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My arms rest on the railing of the bridge as I look out over the deep blue river.

The Soju bottle, cold in my hand, was no longer a comfort.

I realised, it was never a comfort,

Just a petty distraction from my selfishness,

My selfishness that had lost me everything I had.

And then I threw the bottle down into the river.

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