I really want, that at the end of my life, I am like a worn out rag that just needs to be tossed. I want to be utterly spent at the end. I want to have given so much that I have nothing left to give; I want there to be no other option but to go Home and have my body return to dust. I want to be so used that I am finished at the finish, that I may say I truly gave it all I had.
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