Lived an awful lot. Came up to a wall called eternity. Found myself sitting there, staring at it. Found myself to be friends with it after a while; we became an awful lot like one another. Now I call myself by the same name, walking away towards a bench sitting far out somewhere, staring in. I can say I've seen it all; now I sit here satisfied. There's room on the bench for a couple more. Don't mind sharing it, if you have a story or two to tell.
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