A plane crash upon the precipice
A crumpled and torn diary entry tumbles along the rocks
text scribbled out and written over

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Presence

Lunar Dust...
Blowing in the wind
Journey of Soul

Time and mind
like a maze
Handwritten map in a language only you could possibly understand

Some things are better left behind
Forgotten - maybe, maybe not
Mistakes are tools

Liberty and misery
Realization of discipline
Responsibility

Icy breath
Crystal core
Purpose

Despite waverings, stay confident
Ride the tides
Glimmering, BlissWind
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