Your life's work, gone in a few moments, consumed by fire. Imagine how that would make you feel.
All that effort, all that time, all those resources. Gone.
All the attention it brought you, all the fame, all the prestige, all the desire for more. Lost.
All the experiences you had because of it, all the travel, the women, the men, the drugs, the vice. No more.
All the pressure, all the anxiety, all the depression caused by it. Vanished.
Imagine all that. Then you might understand why I got out a lighter and set fire to it all myself.
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