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The words which fill these pages are my own. Love and madness, sorrow and deceit, emotion fills the pen and the pen records the words. What I write here are my experiences, my hopes, my dreams... and my memories.
For each footstep taken forward, there is always one foot behind, in what was once the future but is now the past. Should have, could have, would have... a million paths untreaded because we cannot stop to choose, we must merely pick a direction as the fork hurtles towards us, only to look over our shoulder and wonder the myriad choices we did not pick.
This is a catacomb, a labrynth, a maze of my thoughts. Some doors will open to you; some will not. It is my maze, after all- you are but a visitor. Stray wanderers will find that, with time, more doors will open for them. Some will find all the doors open on the first try, and they are the lucky ones. Or are they? What they find might be little more than what they already know or think. Or it may not be what they were expecting at all.

Welcome to me.

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