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Of Friends gained and love lost.
Nothing behind me everything ahead of me.
Of fleeting beauty and the laughter that remains.
Time passed and wisdom gained.
As we turn the pages of our lives,
We try to live as in poetry.
With stubbornness we re-write our dreams.
Trying to change destiny that was written with a golden pen.
And in old age we revise our work.
We laugh, we cry, but, in the end we accept everything as fate.
The ghost of the past always lurking near,
Trying to pull you down into the abyss.
The fight to keep holding on is always the hardest,
But quitting is never an option.
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