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This man with black hair and blue eyes knocks on my door, we dont say a thing, we just start jogging. It was cloudy out but the sky was a deep blue and the grass a very deep green, it was damp and windy out. I'm running barefoot but dont notice until we hit the pavement so i turn around to go back inside the house to put shoes on, but I never come back out. The man just lurks outside in the same spot just standing there with a deep stare, waiting.
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Invictus
it matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley
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