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This repeatedly becomes something in the liking of an unwanted child of abnormal appearances
locked away and silenced into some damp, imprisoning attic.
I go back to previous posts to make sure the ghostly remains have been rid of, and I shudder
recalling the brutality of the emotional throbbing pains when my gaze falls upon those still left.
But I do owe this a good update soon.
I long to be here again, though...:
Along the path to what felt like crossing over...I get shivers from reminiscing over the beauty
I was surrounded by on that morning of departure, shrouded by thick fog and nearly completely
blinded by the sun - some far off light beckoning to be walked into...or so it appeared.
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"Forty one ways to die
One strong will to live
World's gone all awry
Faith is the battlefield"