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The End
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The journey has come to an end,
Weaving through meandering paths,
Sometimes alone, often with a friend. Wolf my spirit animal
kept me safe,
As I returned to the moment of my birth,
Understanding conception came from love not regret,
I can now make peace with my mother,
Lay flowers on her desolate grave.
The journey has come to an end,
Weaving through meandering paths,
Sometimes alone, often with a friend. Wolf my spirit animal
kept me safe,
As I returned to the moment of my birth,
Understanding conception came from love not regret,
I can now make peace with my mother,
Lay flowers on her desolate grave.
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