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Sometimes I wonder about what it was that brought me here.
I know it doesn't do any good to wonder. I can remember enough to know what happened to me, but what happened to me and what brought me here aren't the same thing at all. The funny thing is, this isn't the first second chance I've had. I was ready to throw everything away when I lost...well. Never mind that. But James saved me, and there was hope again. Then, when I was beginning my new life, it was taken from me again. Taken, but with another chance given, this chance. This time. And perhaps I can finally do something right, make a life that works and doesn't end with everything in the rubbish bin.
But why? Why take away what I had and make me begin again? That's what I don't understand.
Sorry. I didn't mean to prattle on so. I just have so many questions that can't be answered.
I know it doesn't do any good to wonder. I can remember enough to know what happened to me, but what happened to me and what brought me here aren't the same thing at all. The funny thing is, this isn't the first second chance I've had. I was ready to throw everything away when I lost...well. Never mind that. But James saved me, and there was hope again. Then, when I was beginning my new life, it was taken from me again. Taken, but with another chance given, this chance. This time. And perhaps I can finally do something right, make a life that works and doesn't end with everything in the rubbish bin.
But why? Why take away what I had and make me begin again? That's what I don't understand.
Sorry. I didn't mean to prattle on so. I just have so many questions that can't be answered.