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Aug 2017
He once was a man who looked at the ground. A man who would never think to travel the world around. Just a week ago he looked up. Now I am the man that travels, a week from then I am in the world. But is this my final state, who's to know where we are in our final place. But until then I will look up, never looking back, for I am the world's and the world is mine.
Ghostlizard
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Ghostlizard  New York City
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