The doctors told me last night that I have only days left to live. My body is completely shutting down and I’m struggling to lift my hand up at all. I know I don’t have long. I regret not accomplishing more in my life. I always waited for life to be handed to me. Now my ideas will die with me in a matter of days. My kids have stopped visiting and the last time I might ever see them is when I become in critical condition, if it doesn’t end up too late. I will die in a hospital room without ever starting the business I wanted, or without ever selling my paintings to museums or ever get to say sorry for the pain I caused my ex wife while we were married. I didn’t do all the things I wish I did with my life and my hands are too weak to write any ideas left in me down for my kids to continue for me. I wasted my life waiting for the quick fix, and I’ll waste the final moments of my life withering away forever.
The Main Character 
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