Full circle

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Well, every time I forget ... something tells me to go back to what has been ... and of course I oblige ... and quite shortly after I remember. All things shall come full circle. Full circle. All things come full circle. Full circle. All things full circle. I remember. I am not afraid. I know purpose. I see what has been staring back at me all this time. I was blind. I was irresponsible ... not wanting to accept the very responsibilities I myself requested. I remember. I am not afraid. I am assured. I am ... everything I was meant to be. I am understanding. One of a select few.

So. Distortion has pervaded all around me for some time. A thick fog of false pretense. Self imposed? I don't know ... nor do I feel that fact is of importance. Silence. Screaming with joy over this silence. I fall to my knees, descending droplets painting my face like raindrops on a moonlit window. Beautiful. I am seized with humility, shrouded with shame ... but I am loved ... and I love

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