by Chimera

>>paper, shadow, ink, yesteryear, dawn

Like a thin sheet of paper through the air, we drift with whatever societal force carries us. We leave a shadow of who we once were, as the ink continues to assemble new paths.
And while we embrace the mistakes of yesteryear which cannot be erased, we anxiously await the dawn that presents new beginnings, as if moving to a new sheet, unstained by the past and driven by the future's generosity.

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