History repeating itself. The patterns have become clearer as the last piece of the puzzle fell to its place. To act upon impulse is luring, but I choose not to.
Not knowing what to trust, I embrace the unknown. Not knowing where to go, I stay here. Not comprehending the past, I must learn and understand. Being afraid to look at the potential, I will face the darkness in candlelight.
For the first time in aeons, I am afraid...
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