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How to save a life

It's a fine line. 
Such a fine line. 
A fine line between running and not running. 
A good night out and a bad night out. 
A good decision and a bad decision. 
Contentment and regret. 
Virtue and guilt. 
Life and death. 

It's a fine line for ALL of us. 
None of us can claim to be perfect. 
In fact, most if us would claim to be fragile, uncertain, tired, wanting. 

So... Who are we to judge? To not love, or forgive or have empathy?

Without judgement. 

All things we can do for others to make their line thick enough to tread. You can actually do that for someone. You might even save their life. 

If you haven't already, I can guarantee that you'll cross your fine line one day too. And you of all people deserve to be saved. So do it for others. 

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