A passage yet unseen, my current life is anything but clean.
Mistakes have taken there toll, burden down with so many regrets, so many good deeds everyone often forgets.
I reach for something I can't yet see, the promise of something better, yet each day causes hope to flee.
This world has drained me of all joy, nearing the end of my ride, can't wait for my crossover to the other side.
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