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A lonely journey
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The journey has come to an end,
Weaving through meandering paths,
Sometimes alone, often with a friend,
Lonely, no place to call home.
Standing on the cliff, no friend,
In search of solace.
The road is filled with thorns.
Do I have to stop?
Doubt I can,
For I have to continue
Weaving through meandering paths.
@fati5740
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The journey has come to an end,
Weaving through meandering paths,
Sometimes alone, often with a friend,
Lonely, no place to call home.
Standing on the cliff, no friend,
In search of solace.
The road is filled with thorns.
Do I have to stop?
Doubt I can,
For I have to continue
Weaving through meandering paths.
@fati5740
© All Rights Reserved
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