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Certain times we find everything hectic,
Optimism fading away; a silent volcano
Melting within us. Enslaved by cynicism,
Priorities we’ve made for ourselves map
Light, faded tracks in our minds, which label
Every spot where Bliss hails and weave
Totally different lives, which we ought
Embracing with vigor and peace
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