The mist is slowly creeping towards me as I sit by the edge of the deep encumbering lake. The light of the full moon, slowly covering me, barely starts to break though the dark menacing clouds to make its presence known. The only sound I hear is the chilling whisper of the bitter wind as it flows over the lake, though me, and on into the trees that are looming just behind me. I need to brace myself for the journey though the foreboding trees that stand between me and that what I desire most. I know that a crossroad awaits me once I reach the middle of those trees. It contains two immensely different paths leading into opposite directions. It is here, in this forbidden place, where I sit with the pain of indecision overwhelming me as I try to make the choice of which path to take. The necessity to choose is undermining everything else in my heart and my head. It feels like I am sinking into a gaping sea of desperation. Not wanting but needing to finally choose which path to take. ...
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