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I am Tenacious. Never ceasing. Always pursuing. Over miles I run. An obstacle here, and there, but no matter, I will overcome. Though I may slow, Yet will I never quit the pursuit.
My heart is beside me, I am dying.  This room has turned black and stillness grows on.  My chassis slows and I die while flying.    These last thoughts go to paper as they dawn, 
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