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I got there by an oblique course, Not a usual one at all. It was mine, and mine alone. All the blame and all the glory, My own trek across the seasons of my allotted time Humbled by the not knowing When it all will end.
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
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I got there by an oblique course, Not a usual one at all. It was mine, and mine alone. All the blame and all the glory, My own trek across the seasons of my allotted time Humbled by the not knowing When it all will end.
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
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