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July 2026

Perhaps

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I found something I love for the journey itself,

Not just the end I used to chase,

I hold on to the process, I keep going,

Maybe I'll fall, maybe I'll break,

Like I said, I'm past caring how it ends,

It might bring me death,

I'm blind to that now,

I lost what came before this moment, what comes after,

I'm not ahead of life, not behind, I'm in sync. I found the pace.

Don't tell me to stop even if I'm wrong,

If I stop, time stops in my planet

Faith will take me to tomorrow,

One day I'll give myself completely to my path,

A drop will fall into the sea of chance,

Perhaps it'll grow, advance, become a wave,

Perhaps it'll reach the shore, or scatter without trace,

Just a possibility, can you live relying on a chance,

One single hope — can it keep you alive? Perhaps...

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