So this turned out to be a book about recognizing my limits, things I can’t say, things I can’t do, because the world's in the way, it has a gun pointed to my head, and it’s daring me, asking me, how much I've bled, it’s okay, just some health points, I have enough, to go around, but I'm not Christ, don’t drink my blood, some pools are so shallow, they develop venom, they grow scales and horns, to protect them, everyone is trying to survive, and some cling on to dreams and grand ideas, some have hope, that they’ll become a mountain, limit and scale, accidents, are they happy, all over your face.

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