He always looked for new thrills.
Everyone was just a locked door in his hall of posibility.
All the time being told he couldn't do.
Done, One his last led with a withering heart.
Longing for one last attempt to ignite his passion.
In days of end, He found what was lost, What was to be strived for.
No one will stand in his way, This time was his.
Everything has an end sadly, His was before his last.
Reminising on his life, Was it really his?
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