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But this isn't like one of the those fairy tale endings in the books you can buy. Are my weeping tears just a product of my ego talking, trying to confine my inner consciousness. Or are these tears the final statement in a long process of neverending thoughts, that has always been there, and thus shall always be.

 

For now I stand and try to contemplate my narrow view of my own spectrum of emotions. Trying to get a glimpse of the past and trying to captivate it - but I know I shouldn't. Because I've locked myself in a barrel of self-awareness, exits pointing in all directions. But which one is mine for the taking?