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We are free,
to stay,
or to go;
No one holds,
but us.

We have so much,
to do,
and are so busy to achieve.
We hold tight,
for all we know.

It’s up to us,
when everything is done,
and there is nothing,
more to do,
cling,
or achieve.

We just get enough,
realize,
and undo.
Nothing to learn,
no more to gain,
nothing to achieve,
nothing to lose,
only no thing.

We give up,
let go,
prepare,
for the unknown.

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