I'm not going to live under someone else's umbrella. I'm not going to float down my river in someone else's boat. I will go into the woods and find the trees I'll use to build from scratch, my own fortress, upon which I'll drift down my river and across my own lakes. I'll gather like berries from a thriving bush, the knowledge which I'll use to rest my head. From day to day I'll carry each memory from the darkness and the brightness from each crevice of my life. I won't use my body I'll worship it. My mind is just as a game, but there are no rules. I will heal the ones along my path that cannot venture further. I will steal from those what I can use, not with my hands, but with my soul. To those who are honest enough to touch my heart, I will in return be more than just kind.
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