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Prologue
God, grant e, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference
Everyone measures time differently; the most common, of course, is hours, minutes, years, days People count the days until weekend, until their next holiday, theday That’s what life is, a big yawning expanse of ti the way Pass it Find ways to distract ourselves frorim reality of mortality
I say we Ito include iveBut I don’t have time for illusions For euphemisms
They h to grasp the concept, I understood I was different Myfor a yardstick toto survive I lived in the present, the moment I had to The luxury of daydrea lost inmore vulnerable than I already was
That’sI had a less-than-stellar childhood, where I had to be on the ball if I wanted to stay alive If that’s what it was back then
In this yawning tunnel of the present I’ve found myself in for most of my life, there was a time when I did venture tentatively into the future Made plans Dreams
Then it was all shot to shit
I couldn’t tell you, not even an estimate, on the amount of time I’d been in the damp concreteas the only décor The rusty handcuff onelse covered h cotton sheet scratched my bruised skin when I huddled under it for warmth
Hours Days Weeks Months, even It was possible I couldn’t say I also couldn’t say how long it had been since I’d eaten, showered
I wastime differently now
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