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Feb 2014
Here I stand, framed against a wall of tragedy, unhindered by it's horror.
I am only one among many before me.
Here we stand, altered by time and weathered by our choices.
We are the light in the dark that no one can see.
We are taking our final breaths and falling further into the dreams from which we were conceived.
We are descending into our own void, folding in on each other.
We are eternally trapped in our own freedom, imprisoned in our expressions.
We are drowning in an infinite hourglass.
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