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there's a path, and i've seen it before. and i know i've seen it many times before. And i know where it leads. i know the twists and turns and where it drops and raises. i know i don't like where it leads. but here it is again, in front of me, i've taken myself to it. there's a turn just a little ways ahead. i want to know what's around it. i've been around it many it times before, but i think maybe this time something different will be there. So i take a step in and go and look. it's the same. is another turn up ahead. i wonder what' is beyond that the same... and then the same... and then more of the same. and then i realize i've done it again. i've done the one thing i promised myself i wouldn't do. i walked down a path i had gone down before. down the twists and turns through night and day. during the day I look straight ahead but know every detail of every object beside me. it wasn't that long ago that i was walking down this path and looking at those very things. during the night I close my eyes and walk down the path in my head. it's been burned into my memory from repetition. at the end I look back and say goodbye to the path for the last time. here's the end and i know it's the end and here's a million other paths laid out before me. but I choose the one that leads back to the beginning of the old one. maybe next time I'll take the step forward instead of back.