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Chance
Encircled by many yet
Born alone and destined
to death alone not one taking
roads alike
Paths must cross yet in
separate ways will travel
Resolute the personal crown
of thorns each vowed to wear
assured of due challenge
Accepting divided judgment
each walks a one way street
Unto the assertive thy
treasure begotten
Unto the submissive empathy
forgotten
-Eileen P Carry
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