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Stoically, I march forward
In raw terror and sheer delight
Listening intently to the nature that surrounds me
Enticed by its siren song
No more, I beg, please spare me. But life gifts me no response. 'Til I am
Cradled by the void that surrounds me
Encapsulated within its eternal providence

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great entry!