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In middle of the journey of my days
I found that I was in a darksome wood
The right road vanished in the maze,
Ah me! How hard to make it understood
How rough that wood was, wild and terrible:
By the mere thought my terror is renewed.

And now, more bitter and scarce is death.
The end that awaits me.

But the end shall bring along a beginning,
A chance to do things right.

AN:

*cough cough*

Apologies for the cringe.

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