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 Feb 2019 James Study
To and fro I travel
Yet I find no place to rest
My heart is but a shadow
Darkness with a breath

Home is but a memory
As I lay upon hard ground
And dream of ancient glories
When I was once renowned

Now I am forgotten
Demonized by lore
Cast into a hell dimension
Just beyond life's door...
Traveler Tim
The world is much older
And worst off then ever.

— The End —