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Depends on us
And what is life, if not a series of choices made in the void?
They teach us that the path is clear,
but there is always fog where we try to see.
And still, we walk.
Not knowing if each step is right or wrong,
not knowing what defines us, beyond the present moment.
I wonder: how does one decide what to do?
The world is so vast, and the possibilities, infinite.
But what is this thing they...
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