One day I will succumb. I don't know when or how. And you will read about me the next day. They will inevitably portray me as a loser who gave up. If I get portrayed at all. Most likely I will just be another statistic to be tallied upon the abacus of useless tragedy. Albeit, I desire no obituary, nor do I request any type of funerary ritual. Hopefully, the simple memory of my existence will suffice. As well as, if I'd adequately done my job as a father, the legacy that is my daughter.
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