I don’t know how much time I have left

Greg Unger

I don’t know how much time I have left. None of us do. And life has taken its toll — it has pounded us to the ground as we grasped for breath. But why would you accept such abuse — why would continue to just take it? I am too stubborn to lay down and die. And in the end, it’s…

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