The photographs, random flashes of memory, all echoes from the past.
What massive chaos they stir in this orderly system.
There are some things you can never hide from. History cannot simply be erased and forgotten. They have indeed happened before, made solid in marble and into reality. They are here to stay.
The reason for doing all these in the first place was that I don't want to live a lie. So I will not trade one lie for another.
Let me grill in the fires, no matter how searing they are. Let reality correct and balance me.
It is all these that will make me stronger.
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