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I confess, I do not know if I will make it. The road ahead is long. My time here is short. I have heard that the end of each journey is just the start of another. I hold these words closely as I walk into the encroaching night.

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leocardo_reis

M / Canada

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Written by

leocardo_reis

M / Canada

Published: Jan 2, 2024
LinesWords: 1048

Tags: #end #path

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