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I'll gather my fears into a box, I'll face my monsters, I'll script my day even though dawn has gone ahead, I'll come out of the shadows of gloom, I'll permute my thoughts in the tranquil night. I'll push my fears out of a box, I'll run from my monsters, I'll let my day write itself as long as twilight has closed its curtains, I'll go into the radiant light, I'll disperse my thoughts in the turbulent night. December 31, 2023.

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