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Dec 2020
some days it’s hard to remember that the life you live
is not always the life you dreamed

and it’s been said a thousand times, in a thousand different ways in seemingly every religion,

something about god and a path, a pre-designed master plan

and i’m learning slowly, steadily, unsurely,
that the adventures of me past
are not the same as the adventure i seek,
me present


a.m.
Written by
ash
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