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    Final Poem
    Final poem
    In the final act of this
    We see the burning mind
    We see the circle come to close
    Not knowing what we find
    We see the fate and know it's fake
    But what else do we know
    What else can we take from this
    How else can we grow
    We know the fate is fake
    But how does life exist
    To purely honestly think of life
    Is to think of something missed
    We have lived and loved 
    The first steps that we see
    We have lived as skeptic
    Not knowing what we'll be
    That is fine.
    Not knowing is and always will
    Be the ways it's meant
    To live you're life within itself 
    Is to love the time we spent
    So now we come to learn about
    The lessons that we live
    I am living my own life
    In poems that I give
     So what is fate if that we live
    In choices that we make
    Maybe fate is 2D
    But a cycle we can break
    In the final act of this
    We see the burning mind
    We see the circle come to close
    Not knowing what we find

     
    We see the fate and know it's fake
    But what else do we know
    What else can we take from this
    How else can we grow

     
    We know the fate is fake
    But how does life exist
    To purely honestly think of life
    Is to think of something missed

     
    We have lived and loved 
    The first steps that we see
    We have lived as skeptic
    Not knowing what we'll be

     
    That is fine.

     
    Not knowing is and always will
    Be the ways it's meant
    To live you're life within itself 
    Is to love the time we spent

     
    So now we come to learn about
    The lessons that we live
    I am living my own life
    In poems that I give

     
     So what is fate if that we live
    In choices that we make
    Maybe fate is 2D
    But a cycle we can break

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