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    Habitually I continue my trek in and around my environment. This movement is basic and we call it muscle memory. But the memories reside in my mind. I never forget the time I have wasted waiting for my left leg to pass my right leg.
Overthinking      and Headaches and Tears and Love. I look to my Lord above. Skeptism. Am I on the right path? He suffers my wrath. I long for answers. Questions the size of heaven. Undeniably willing. On my hands and knees, I pray to thee.
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