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Back,
back,
back. . .
Turn back.
Doubt is on the loose.
Noh,
I am just tracing the years,
to turn back for me is never the doubt that gave me my life.
To turn back is to race the trace.
Upon re tracing the maze.
One who made my life incomplete to make my feet into feats of holding myself upon the island of Crete.
There I slew my rage,
There I slew my maze of my mind.
No Ariadne,
No Theuseus,
not even htat epic Minotaur.
It was just me and my legendary mind of mine,
battled it out until I knew it was just me with no clue in sight.
No clue in hand nor to fight.
Just me to see ,
me.
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