Each Day Is A Drive Through History.

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I Am Troubled, Immeasurably By Your Eyes. I Am Struck By The Feather Of Your Soft Reply. The Sound Of Glass Speaks Quick, Disdain And Conceals What Your Eyes Fight To Explain.

I Can Make The Earth Stop In Its Tracks. I Made The Blue Cars Go Away. I Can Make Myself Invisible Or Small. I Can Become Gigantic & Reach The Farthest Things. I Can Change The Course Of Nature. I Can Place Myself Anywhere In Space Or Time. I Can Summon The Dead. I Can Perceive Events On Other Worlds, In My Deepest Inner Mind, & In The Minds Of Others. I Can I Am

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Pain Is Meant To Wake Us Up. People Try To Hide Their Pain. But They're Wrong. Pain Is Something To Carry, Like A Radio. You Feel Your Strength In The Experience Of Pain.