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Here I stand, looking into the abyss that is life.
Through the dark hole we may pass but for a short while.
Through the unpredictable streets we stalk.
Left to make the best of our short walk.
Left to chase the shadows or to leave a mark.
Given an odd time line till it becomes dark.
Before the shadows give way to the end of the road.
Till we give account of the journey we have been bestowed.

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