In the end

And now, this is where I delete everything. The man of perpetual regrets will ultimately obliterate everything he momentarily thought to be good. I’ve written a mountain of words lately, but now my heart aches, so I’ve reverted most of it to draft. Sometimes I wonder: why on earth did I start this in the first place? To my ego I say: just disappear. Be gone.

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