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Journey's echo

I write, hoping that you’ll read me.

You read, wondering if it’s about you.

I gave you room, but it grew,

Into a gap, between you and us.

How much can we decide,

In our lives, our journey’s ride?

Or is destiny just a word we use,

To excuse the paths we choose?

These words I send, hoping you’ll see,

Reflecting thoughts, longing to be free.

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