Life
Life is like a book, there is always an ending,
But good thing this is still the very beginning
I turn to the next page as I start a new year,
Continuing to live my life with little to no fear
There is no glossary to help me figure things out,
So sometimes I would get stuck in a drought
There is no table of contents until I finish writing my book,
So that there is no detail that I could possibly overlook
Although it can be hard to predict what comes after,
I will soon find out once I start a new chapter
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