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Jul 2022
There's light at the end of the tunnel.

After all this time in the dark, my mind might be playing tricks on me.

The golden glow that, even from this distance seems so warm and clean,

could very well be a mirage.

Real or fake it's beautiful,

And im running as fast as I can in that direction.

See you on the other side.
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