Dear Diary 5

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Born with an unknown past, present, and future. Given in its birth an identity will soon flow. Growing into a world full of wonder, which path will I conquer? Under what features will be mature? A bliss of ages comes to acquire knowledge that passes and will soon aspire for the next dreamer that will come by. Earning the depths to figure out what history has hidden will it be soon to unravel? Years have been travel but need some gravel to dig the pile that ties the whisper that quarrel. A part of me has a hidden mark for I don't know the meaning will let the world depict the unknown secret which will hold the ideal of me. Upon hearing it caught me confused for I to know on which part path will I be lost. The birthmark that you sight in me is the mark of my life that I won't be lost for I will be found.

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