I know there is no way I can convince you this is not one of their tricks. But I don't care. I am me. By the time you read this, I will be dead there is no mistaking in that. But who ever you are, you my friend because you stumbled across this. Maybe it was tucked away in some old library book or buried in the ground or even in the attic of this old house you moved to. Or maybe you are in this cell like me, but I hope you are not. I cannot tell you anything that will benefit you in anyway or anything worth while.
My name is Tim. I don't think you will care much for my story, but I always wanted to tell someone about my life. This will be the only autobiography I shall ever write. And, My God, I am writing it in a prison cell. Waiting to die.
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