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As my life reaches a turning point
A crossing dooms up ahead The final task, I wonder The last hurdle to overcome I look to my sides for some answers And see the supportive faces alight They have never been judgmental Rode with me until the end This time I will go it alone Prove to them I can make it Determined not to disappoint I turn, and walk into a wall My lesson is learnt Their help is not my weakness It’s just a guiding light A clear eye, so I can see
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