I wonder down this narrow path.
The sky's dark, gloomy with ought a a trace of light to be seen. The creatures that lurk in the night are all around. With every step I take my head us held high and my posture up right for any other way would be mistaken as weakness. The thought of stopping comes to mind as it has many times before, but still I push forward, still I move one. One foot infant of the other I feel like a wind up toy. I go through thee motion, but cant find a purpose.
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