"""What's inside the box, you ask? A future uncertain, a muddied past. A babble of stray scattered thoughts. A dabble of whys and why nots. Thoughts, cherished and forsaken. Sought again with faith, a tad shaken. A life, dreamt and lived differently. An unknown path, walked uncertainly. A string of words, they call sentences A stack of lines, they named poetry."""
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