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His Thoughts, My Journey

Born in a society
Even his thoughts were shaped
He himself had to grow
To know that was the case

Trained to obey the elders
He would keep them to himself
But sensing this could not work
He finally began his journey

At 22, he was already late
Some decisions had been made
Doubts frequently crept in
But this time, he did not relent

Then began the self-discovery
Even he did not know what was inside
The packet opened layer by layer
A delight for him, but for others?

He tried his hands at various things
Some worked, some did not
He was never sad post the unpacking
Just always kept moving on

Now, finally he knows
What clicks for him
He writes as you read and think
A tear rolls down his eye

He hopes it had happened earlier
But now he has made this his reason
Hoping to show the path to another teen
Hoping someone else walk that path

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