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As I walk the path of the forgotten stripped of all but dignity. Traversing through mud and sand and stone; these are the trials we all must face. Stripped of all but dignity I shall not bow my head in shame. These are the trials we all must face. But, do I walk this path alone? I shall not bow my head in shame. The scars serve as reminders of who I have become. But, do I walk this path alone? There is no shadow by my side. The scars serve as reminders of who I have become. Traversing through mud and sand and stone. There is no shadow by my side. As I walk the path of the forgotten.
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Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 9:57 AM UTC
My Path
As I walk the path of the forgotten stripped of all but dignity. Traversing through mud and sand and stone; these are the trials we all must face. Stripped of all but dignity I shall not bow my head in shame. These are the trials we all must face. But, do I walk this path alone? I shall not bow my head in shame. The scars serve as reminders of who I have become. But, do I walk this path alone? There is no shadow by my side. The scars serve as reminders of who I have become. Traversing through mud and sand and stone. There is no shadow by my side. As I walk the path of the forgotten.
I wrote this as a challenge to myself. To write something that's more structured than what I typically write. I chose a pantoum because I enjoyed the way they're structured.
#life#path#struggle#pantoum
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Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 9:57 AM UTC
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