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There’s a hallway of life between these trees. If we could only see the truth at the end of the path. Remembering the fact that their eyes won’t reach that far; they walk away. It’s their lack of faith that steers them. Do you trust in me? If you do, then let me guide you through this light dusting of clouds. I knew you would follow; you always do. Now random shadows paint the ground as we tip-toe through perfect shades of grey. As we get closer, my vision starts to fade. My eyes blurry, like a mothers standing at her sons grave. I thought I was strong enough, to handle this on my own. We always make the same mistakes. Turn if you want to leave, ill understand. I'll be your blameless culprit once again. As you twist toward the wrong route at the fork in the path; I’ll understand.
…I understand.