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![]() Like the dank mist on a dull autumn day. Revealing the path that lies there before me, To step forward or not, what will it be? He wasn't trying to be someone he wasn’t; his authentically pe𝑥y self shone through. The veil of confusion gently falls away, Like the dank mist on a dull autumn day. Revealing the path that lies there before me, To step forward or not, what will it be? |
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