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Walked on a chosen path-a path where everything can be done, anything can be obtained
A path thought to be the right way . . . but turns out to be different.
What was taken was a wrong road.
However, with Time's reprieving; with Seasons' grace; the Dimension's approval; Life and Death's benevolence, a chance was given.
A curtain of dark mist was unveiled revealing a path shrouded with mystery.
Courage alone is not enough to accept miseries.
An intelligent mind only may carry the burden of deciphering . . .
Taking this path means gaining the truth but forgetting those desires and, wants and everything
Leaving and being oblivious of this path for desires means being a wanderer in a void . .
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