No Longer WanderingMature

This is my call. 

I will not wander anymore.

I have chosen my path.

As difficult and wearisome as it will be.

There will be joy.

There will be sorrow.

I have decided to stop wandering. 

Wandering in this desolate wasteland.

Chosen to go down another road.

Out of the ashes of my time of wandering.

A beautiful future will rise.

My time in this place of wandering has closed.

And I go to something bigger and better.

To my journey to becoming lovely.

The End

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