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Like a puppy chasing after a ball,
I followed the breadcrumbs of each intuitive nudge,
Darting here and there,
Exuberant and purposeful.
Until one day they ran out,
And everything ground to a halt.
I watched all enthusiasm drain away, like stale wine flowing down the plughole the morning after the night before.
So I stopped.
Not knowing where to go next.
Wondering whether my owner had left the park and gone home without me.
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