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"I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
Robert Frost
ONE
There was a clock ticking in the back of their minds counting down every day, scratching the rare moments of happiness that dared to last one minute more and another minute more and another minute more yet tick tick tick
That clock whispered words of fear, of confident terror lurking on their backs, waiting for its finest moment to come out, a curse of rough path that called the creatures of the night in a silent howl of dread and panic and pain and death yet tick tick tick
And that fear was the key to their trembling legs, failed memories, missed calls, foggy eyes, the very core of their nightmares, the shadow of their existence and surviving and strive tick tick tick
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