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I GO WHERE OTHERS FEAR TO GO AND DO WHAT OTHERS FAIL TO DO. I ASK NOTHING FROM THOSE WHO GIVE NOTHING, AND LONELINESS SHOULD I FAIL. I HAVE SEEN THE FACE OF TERROR; FELT THE STINGING COLD OF FEAR, AND ENJOYED THE SWEET TASTE OF MOMENTS OF LOVE. I HAVE CRIED, PAINED, AND HOPED. . .BUT MOST OF ALL, LIVED TIMES OTHERS WOULD SAY ARE BEST FORGOTTEN. AT LEAST SOMEDAY I WILL BE ABLE TO SAY THAT I AM PROUD OF WHAT I AM. . . ![]() |