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What was once of meRadiant happy naiveI have since evolvedDark cold wiserExperience has been my mentorTime, my shoulderAnd as I look back on my pathLong behind leaving the budding rose bushI look aheadInto a fog that lies before my feetI wonderI turn to my mentor with no answerI yearn for my shoulder too earlyLost scared in a fog of lifeEager to unravel my destiny Uncertain of the direction of my first step
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