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Nov 2021
Time draws near
my mind stuck in one time
and present counters it

Formal attire recommened
and I cant get out of my head
I am torn
between what I wish
and what I must

Is this the beginning
or the end of me?
A new chapter
or a final page?

Tradition stats I must continue
But yet I fear
that I can not meet the expectations
set upon from generations looking forward

and here I am looking back

So I ask
which is this
the Begining
or the End?
Writing of the Unknown
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