Staring past the frozen dunes, recollection of times past. Memories haunting, while the ghost sleep. Insecurities, anxieties, and phobias fresh on my mind; sending its familiar pain throughout my body. Scars both visible and unseen to the naked eye. Each one having a story to tell, but telling the same ending. I survived. Tortured past, a haunted future and while wandering mindlessly through the present. In transit without a destination in mind nor a goal for the future.

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