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I walk a path, but not of light or darkness. My path is a few steps behind time. I think myself to be many things, and what of these can I say is more than a mere fabrication of my mind? Actual life seems far different than the world I believe I live in. What keeps my world from being real? Why can't I seize up and grab my soul, thrusting it into my fabrications, making them real? Are we doomed to be unchangeable? My heart and mind say no, but my actions are a resounding yes. How then can I will my actions to obey my heart? What cowardice has overcome me? Boldness, where have you gone? Have I been robbed and not known? Should I be looking for something I didn't even know I was missing?