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Not a day goes by that I don't feel this burn... there's a point we pass from which we can't return. I Felt the cold rain of the coming storm.....
For the doubts, the fears, the paranoia. It's there. Perhaps it always will be... Can this transcend the pain?
But still I cling to hope....
