my echoes played along the mouth of the cave in a dance that would surely lead them back to me
renewing me with a life that was my own
I would walk along the path that would lead me to the other side
happy that my journey had not been in search of something morbid
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Crossing the dark moon
PoetryIt is up to every man to choose what path they follow. Whether it be in fairness or out of spite, the choice is up to the individual at the end of the road
