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If we could go back in time,
What was the exact moment where it all started?
When should I have hold on to my hand?
When should I have let go?
But what if,
what if nothing had changed even then?
What if all of it does
and the butterfly effect will only bring chaos?
When did I forget who I am?
When did I lose myself?
I am running ever since my eyes saw where I was.
Every side I run, I always hit a wall.
I am cornered even when I can see
a whole vast universe in front of me.
Why? Why can't I cross over?
A single string is the difference between
hope and despair.
And yet, I can't cross it because I don't know how to.
But I can't give up.
I can't give up on my dreams.
I thought I know this now.
But perhaps, I don't even know myself anymore.
I need me. I need to break this wall.
I need to go to the other side.
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