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The weight of the world
Sits on his shoulders
The days of tomorrow
Float about his head.
Fears of what waits to come
Tear at his mind.
He looks for an answer
By drowning his sorrows.
The quest for a reason
Waits before him.
The never-ending toil of life
Is all he has to look forward to.
But without regret,
He continues on his way.
Without remorse,
He chooses his purposes.
And without turning back,
He moves forward toward tomorrow.
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