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Apr 2020
Rise, ghosts of yesterday.

Show me the way so I might conquer tomorrow.

Whisper, dark forests of today.

Tell me the way through the fog so I might pass through unscathed.

Return, legions of tomorrow.

Stand by my side so I might seize the day yet.

Now repeat after me.

This is not the end of me, this is the beginning.
"This is not the end of me, this is just the beginning."

December 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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