Tears on the console

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The fifth horn sounded when I woke up that
morning

It lead to so many things

I did not know I would be here tonight
Sitting where I am sitting, think about what I thinking

It was a cycle

A repetition of things that had come before
Yet it was different, she felt different next to me
But it was all different yet the same

I am left with one more task, I return to me
I am left to find my resolve in my future
Regardless of who will join me
I must find my path and walk towards it

To walk my path
I must find it first
Bringing it back, to the tears on the console

12:10

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