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Jun 3
A pitch-black void—my current home.
Nerves tighten as I await the challenges ahead,
For the path I’ve chosen may lead to nothing,
A fruitless end, a whisper lost in time.

Yet, one thing remains unshaken—
The memories I’ve built,
And the ones still awaiting to be made.
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