desolate destiny

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By tink

Faced with a decision right or wrong no tell tale signs for where you should go no sparkling streams or greener grass just stark desolate solitude every where you turn facing a blank wall with question marks stamped into it a never ending blackness of curiosity and unknown doing the best you can to keep your head up despite all else that trips you up you keep telling yourself that it will be ok because eventually all of this will all be over but then what? whats at the end of all this? what is the plot that lays in store in the shadows? what is the point?

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