Not a Journey
This life of mine is no longer a journey.
Because a journey is nothing but trying to solve old problems.
Problems that are only destined to haunt me.
Unless I choose to allow myself to be slowly surrounded.
But this time, I have split into two.
So that they may destroy the part of me that cares.
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