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Here I am again...Falling in and out of context, it seems. There is a direness now that was not there before. I wonder if I will ever find the words... the words that will release me from this spell where everything is oddly familiar and definitively unwritten all at once. I am haunted by decisions I have made, and the decisions I have not yet made, but I have no time for dead apology.
Life descends as a dream and i'm unsure of how real either are. Do I fall into place, or do I unmake what has been made? Do I live happily ever after or do I fight for Enlightenment- and will it even be worth it at The End? (if there is such a thing)
Life descends as a dream and i'm unsure of how real either are. Do I fall into place, or do I unmake what has been made? Do I live happily ever after or do I fight for Enlightenment- and will it even be worth it at The End? (if there is such a thing)