Things I want to do before I die.



But there is another woman in me, I'm afraid of her: she loved that man, and I tried to hate you, and could not forget about her that used to be.

I'm not that woman.

Now I'm my real self, all myself.

I'm dying now, I know I shall die, ask him.

Even now I feel--see here, the weights on my feet, on my hands, on my fingers.

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