Damned if I do. Damned if I don't. The cycle repeats. Over and over. Missteps followed by a wintry silence shrouding faded footprints left by phantasms from long ago. Somewhere, deep within, another dream dies out as my voiceless anguish reaches its quiet tomb.
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