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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,
