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Feb 2014
I'm stuck in the labyrinth I've created for myself, stone and cold to the touch.
Each turn takes me deeper, farther.
Each turn makes me stronger.
Stone and cement, as far as I see, each turn changes from day to day.
The people I see, the things I do, each decision changing the end.
The walls are damp, I've lost count of days, I've been walking forever searching for the finish line.
I may never get there, perpetually lost between the walls.
I grit my teeth and barrel forward,
backwards only holds more questions.
Alone with my thoughts, I'm scared at every corner. Alone in my mind, I'm terrified to solve the puzzle.
Syd Morgan
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