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Restarting with a little poem!

 I did type out the ending of this blog. Something inside me thought I should reopen this. So here I am, starting with a new attempt - poems. This one's about impermanence. 


Every morning, every night,
Life keeps testing your might,
You want to take the easy way out,
But this little voice and its humble shout,
Keeps the hope in you alive,
Into the pool of life you dive,
Unknowing of the depth in the pull,
You're only trying to live to the full,
In that moment, the freedom that brings,
With the memory of the impermanence of things.

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