At last, I have grown into a baker’s score of years (21), making me experienced enough to think that the gift of water pales in comparison to that of thirst.
And so, should I die today, my will would read,
“I give:
-My possessions back to the world.
-A sin to anyone whom can be forgiven.
-My creativity to anybody with ambition.
-All of my anger to those whom can control it.
-My sense of humor to whomever has a sense of appreciation.
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