When I come back, the world will have changed.
Memories of distant lands will paint my mind.
The embrace of loved ones will fill my heart.
I'll retrace steps taken long ago, rediscover forgotten paths.
Time will have woven its tapestry, and I'll find myself, reborn, ready to create anew.
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The World Without Me
In a world without me, echoes of my absence would resonate through the tapestry of life. The streets I once roamed would long for my footsteps, and the laughter we shared would fade into the wind. My voice, once a comforting melody, would be but a distant memory. Yet, life would persist, forging new paths and weaving new stories.
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