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<p>For all you might ask, it was not the truck. </p> <p>Neither did I commit myself to the valor of saving someone's life at the expense of my own. No. </p> <p>Also I was not a soldier. Not a mercenary nor a Yankee bent on hell's revenge. No.
I was not stabbed, shot, burned, crushed, kidnapped nor drowned. No. No such extravagant happening played with my trifle life. </p> <p>And for God's sake it was not a suicide. No. Nothing good ever comes from a suicide.</p> <p>It was simple. It's always quite simple when an invisible hand twists and turns our fate inside out.</p> <p>There was no light at the dark tunnel. There were no voices in the dark. No pan-dimensional entities made request for the help of mine. No. There was nothing of such.</p> <p>For all I know, I was "there" and then I was "here".</p> <p>It was as simple as that.</p>
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