Stop.
This is a dead end.
Where to now?
Do you stand there?
Thinking?
Will you give up?
And stay forever?
Sit down
Making yourself comfortable?
Until you reach your end?
Or do you turn
And retrace your steps?
Make your way back
To the fork?
Choose a different path
And trek onward?
What if this time
You see that word?
Stop.
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