A blank white page, a fresh, clean slate, Where I can write my own fate. No shadows cast from yesterday, Just open roads, and where I’ll stray. With hopeful heart and steady stride, Adventure waits, with naught to hide. The future beckons, soft and new, A life made honest, pure, and true.
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New Beginnings
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A blank white page, a fresh, clean slate, — Where I can write my own fate.
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