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No sign said enter.

No voice said don’t.

 

Just a path-

made from the remains

of who I used to be.

 

The trees weren’t swaying.

They were watching.

 

And still-

I walked.

 

Not because I was brave.

But because staying

had become louder

than the fear of what waited ahead.

 

A door.

A wound.

A memory.

A god.

 

I couldn’t tell.

 

I only knew

it was something

I had avoided my whole life.

 

For the first time,

the unknown

felt less dangerous

than who I had been pretending to be.

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