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Dec 2016
"I see, that's why you seem broken",he said to me,"the problem is your origin, from whence you came is in ruins, lest it be fixed you can't take another step forward or you'll cease to be", and a fear so terrifying engulfed me, my knees buckled and my eyes stung with tears. I wanted to scream, I wanted them to know my anguish, feel my fears, know my pain. What purpose was the life I'd led to this point and I asked him,"what if my origin ceased to exist?" And he looked at me with, was that uncertainty? Terror? In his eyes, I was too disoriented to discern and he told me,"boy, then the life ahead of will be one with unimaginable suffering,but should your will stay alive remain unwavering and you survive, then what comes next I am uncertain but one thing is for certain, you'd be different and probably powerful, if you wish to continue, go but make sure a part of you remains the same, do not forget who you are. The little one will stay with me till you return". In that moment I knew what I had to do, Cien couldn't go with me and I had to come back alive for her.
About yesterday, having fun with imagination.
Written by
Joseph Timothy
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   --- and usagi
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