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A concept, of sorts.
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To wish, to want, to long for something.
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Lost is the mindForgotten is the greatness of loveTrembling are the fibers of my soulLife is seen as only a ruseA ruse in which I wander the endless c..
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one of my many dreams is but a tumbleweed on a distant horizon.
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*** Summary***For Michael Slazenger, life had been tough. In three years
his entire life had fallen apart more than once. No matter what he did, how
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Please read the Note below before reading. Thank you.
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gone is the day of chivalry, honor and Justice.Forever gone is the way of the warriorLost to us is the essence of true adventureshrouded in disbelief ..
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Attraction, for you are wondrous.
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As the year comes to a close I relfectI remember the year gone byI remember the joys, the pains.I remember the times I was left in shock and awe.I rem..
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To thine past I look, for it pushes me forward. To thine past I wish to change, yet it is unchanging.
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