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Nearing the end of a long life's journey My previous lives have all deserted me No comforting inner memories guide my path Now my solitary inner spirit may reawaken Reborn with fresh ideas and new adventures
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Pain and loss are easily comprehended They elicit familiar suffering feelings But nagging doubts and minor aches pile up In unknown recesses of the soul's shadows With a constant spirit eroding drip drip drip
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Passion simmers but does not flame or burn
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