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I stood in one place, or I sat in a chair. And yet, I have traveled, have been everywhere, In the deepest of caverns, where light cannot go, On the highest of mountains, in gale winds and snow I've streaked through the stars, but stopped on a dime, Grown smaller than microbes, as I altered time; I've lived, I've died, I've murdered, I've saved, I've cheated death, and I've danced on your grave, I've stood on the border 'tween heaven and earth Was drowned by bereavement, was brought back by mirth, Accepted my failure to please everyone... I'll simply keep writing, until I am done. It's just a perspective, the writing's unplanned, T'was not where it ended; T'was where it began.   ![]() |