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// Explanations (Purely Optional) 
// Story: Before I Die... 
// by themouthofmush 
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So, if you are reading this, I’m guessing you read the actual story. What this will be as just an explanation of how this story came about.

You see, the whole “Before I Die” wall thing is an actual thing and it is done pretty much as it was described in the fic. People just go up to a wall, either on the side of a building or on some flat wooden planks, and use chalk to write something down. They could be serious, silly, aspirations, dreams, goals...whatever.

Now, the idea of the fic come about just like how the beginning of the story did. I never really thought about stuff like that before, but it really seemed like an enjoyable thing to watch. A few of my friends said that they put some stuff on the wall and that they enjoyed doing it, for whatever reason I do not know.

The more I thought about the whole wall thing, the more I got curious about it. So, doing what I do way too often, I “researched” the idea about the wall via the interwebs. I found the actual official site about it and decided to see how it started out and spread. Needless to say, I was amazed. The person in charge, can’t remember her name for the love of me, started out by just writing on a blank side of an old wall and leaving it to the public and loved the turnabout of what happened. Since then, it has gone to a lot of different cities and it even has been translated to a few different languages.

The more and more I thought about it, the more the idea of the story happened.

While ‘working’ on it, I figured out that it would be interesting to challenge myself with the first-person-isc feel of it. Random start and roughly four weeks later and here we are, reading the explanation for the understanding of the story and yes, I know that that was poor sentence structure but shush.

Oh, one more thing. The reason why I ended it the way that I ended it is because…well, truth be told, I couldn’t think of any other way to do it. And yes, the stallion did, in fact, write something down on the wall. What it was is up to all of you to figure out. Yep, I’m going there.