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up...down...up down....
the ups seem to fly by...no time to enjoy
the downs.....a day feels like a week, a week a month, a month, a year....like internal torment.....
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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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