'A man awakes in the middle of a vast forest--- He is broken and his flesh is doomed but he is Only half way through the years of his life, However twisted the streams however bitter The dreams he must cling to what little light--- He must write, write, write so here are his Thoughts this is his record not romance But the kind of sensations only a person Who has lived the limits of life on this earth Can know: just follow along and flip the Pages...
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