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Nov 2014
Rolling thunder in the distance, I have contracted quite the sickness where the symptoms were breathing air and living far too long. Side effects may include sleepless nights and wishing you were dead yet still being too scared to pull PULL JUMP. It wasn't enough but still i'm caught wishing. So ill wish on a shooting star and learn just how far the human mind can wander, farther and farther into a void I have created. I am misshapen. Deformed to the extreme where I end up talking to someone in my head who isn't me. How can I see a clear future when I can't see the voices inside my head.

Eleven miles to my deathbed, but no distance to the one inside my head. With no means to measure but a lifetime, How far can we stretch our human life?
James Stich
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James Stich  San Diego
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