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"Life." That word once meant living out my dreams, reaching goals I had sat back in my early childhood, such as starting a daycare center with my mom. When the judge [inaudible] it feels like you've been punched. It's so scary to think this could be it for me. When I meet other lifers, I look at them in awe: how do they stay so strong?  Sometime  I wonder if I can survive another day, another goodbye. My fate lies in the hands of strangers who only know me on paper. They don't know the real me or my story. At times I feel so alone. It's so terrifying, so very overwhelming. A lot of people have said, wow, I would have killed myself with that sentence. I hold on because not all hope is lost yet, that my family has been through a lot already. I couldn't be that selfish. If I could go back, I would have walked away when my grandfather, who wasn't a beggy man, all but begged me to come home. I should've gone. I feel guilty every single day. I believe stealing innocence is worse than stealing a life. I would like t