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I've walked through a lot of tunnels in my life. Some long, some short, some dark, some darker than others. All these tunnels had one thing in common, there was a light at the end, beckoning me, letting me know that safety was just ahead.
Wealth means so many things to different people. For some, it is the material things that they gather in their lifetimes. For some, it is richness of culture or experiences. For some, it is a life well-lived and a life well-loved.
The relationship was bland. It wasn't bad; it would have been better if it had been. But it wasn't. It was just empty nothingness, no highs no lows. It was just there.
There was an aura of foreboding in that place. A feeling of gloom and impending sorrow. The reason for it soon became clear.
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