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*A little torn page is stuck in the front of the small leather-bound journal. On it, several lines of her tilted handwriting marred only by a few tear splotches and many erasure marks.*
 
It reads:
 
In my head there is light
In my heart there is darkness
All around me are the colors of my friends old and new
 
In my head there is doubt
In my heart there is wonder
All around me are the walls closing in ever faster
 
In my head there is hope
In my heart there is anguish
All around me are the flames I couldn't extinguish
 
In my head there's a plan
In my heart, fear of failing
All around me the cries of my sister’s heart breaking
 
As the moons aligned so did our paths and fates and destinies and callings.
What does she want from us?
Where do we go from here?
Keep moving.
Keep running.
Stop.
running.
away.