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Dear me,


You miss all the shots that you don't take. So why would you wait? Each second is another foot in the grave. You can't afford hesitations, so you'll surpass expectations, and gain admeration, while remaining yourself. So you don't need help. You just need to stay persistant. 

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chasma
<p>a letter to myself</p>

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