The world is Turing.

Late night I wonder, will I wake up someone else? Change my life in a sudden escape, fly 1,000 miles in a jet air plane. Wake up. Weeks pass me by faster and faster. I?m slipping down. What will a new day bring me. Can death extend it hand a little closer.
I want to smell the sunset. I want to know more of what I?m missing. To wake up deferent. Would I remember my old self. Know were my plane has left me. I care not for past recollections. Yet I keep them locked and filled with hope. Walk backwards and read an old exploit. Forget a scar, make a new one? dance with a knife, and lick the blade.
I smell fear.

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Things are moving smoothly, I?m soon going to break an out dated mark in my life.
c ya in the winners circle.