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Friday, February 13, 2015

just write: eight thousand and seven hundred chances.


sometimes when people say to me, 
"do you remember when?"
I have to really stop and think,
for I’ve changed so much since then. 

more than eight thousand and seven hundred hours 
to make up a single year
eight thousand and seven hundred chances
to make my old self disappear 

I’m quite a bit different than I was
just fifty-two weeks ago,
because I’m changing, bit by bit
with each new place I go. 

I change with everything I see, 
and everything I do,
and I’m becoming a new person
by adventuring with you. 

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