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I hate to harp on it, but I have nothing but a shattered thing to hold onto now.
I played my hand fast and 'all in'.
Obviously, I was not the winner.
Obviously I had aces and eights and someone else (perhaps mr. mccoll) had a bullet.
This vexes me. This makes me rail at the world - rail at god. Do I not pray hard enough? Do I not do good things for people? Do I not grieve?
Perhaps I watch dead wood too much.
Perhaps I am meant to be alone with many people around me.
I like them sure.
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