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Sometimes the road is rough It cycles through itself, sometimes curves infinitely Still I look at the sun's rays Where the light reveals trails of gold glinting frayed
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Jan 26, 2023
Jan 26, 2023 at 3:47 AM UTC
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Sometimes the road is rough It cycles through itself, sometimes curves infinitely Still I look at the sun's rays Where the light reveals trails of gold glinting frayed
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Jan 26, 2023
Jan 26, 2023 at 3:47 AM UTC
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