Back through the sands of time to the birth place of my own destruction. This is not what I had in mind when I had set out out to unbind the deeds that had been unkind. Best intentions laid to rest hope dies like the rest, not knowing what to do next.
My hands are tied my path is laid before me. I have no choice but to follow it through to the end.
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