To think of going forward is as daunting, If not more, than the idea of going back; Any other time than "now" is full of haunting, Echoes and premonitions which attack. To journey forward, into the unknown, Or stay, within this present sphere, Is to face the shadows cast by what is shown, Each moment holding life sincere. I find it is a riddle, clea…
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