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The Crossroads

Tumultous is the past,
Even more so the future.
The road behind seems a lit,
Which till yesterday was dark.
The road ahead, the one I tred;
Looks lonely, looks starved.

Whence have I come,
Why this path I take
Why do they seems so bleak
These decisions that I now make?

Yesterday, I remember like the rising sun
My heart filled with trepidition
My time was come.

Yet now as I look back,
The memories start to fade.
All that remains is a hazy shore
And the path that I must take
And the decisions I must make.

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