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"I sat down, dressed in my long black rain cape in the middle of the rainy night, the warmth of an old whiskey warmed my insides, half-lit by a street lamp in this forgotten street of a another time, I'm as dead, my mind as emptied at peace with myself. This fleeting moment instantly falls into utter oblivion, like tears in the rain. Is this what it means to be dead?"