I followed the wind home, walking across frozen waters until there was only emptiness behind me.

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The wind chimes clanged anxious in the December cold as the years pulled past in a single continuous thread.

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And there I was, waiting for my real life to begin.

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There were things I should have contained, like applying a tourniquet after a poisonous snake bite but, in this, I'd been defeated.

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I was pulled out to shore and continually abused until there was no sun.

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I’d been worshiping the wrong god.

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And so I went to the window but couldn’t see past my reflection, my eyes glowing like miniature moons, demolition thoughts: booming, percussive.

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And all of this - I needed more. 

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Oh it could have been golden

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but I went about this the wrong way.

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