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One Path, No Guidelines
This whole time I’ve been,
Slipping away from who,
The photographs tell me is you.
And the memories led me,
Indefinitely through,
This swaying path that was all I knew.
And as the,
Inevitable nears,
I learn to disregard my fears.
And though I have,
Struggled on my way,
I’m proud to say,
That this is who I am today.
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