Some paths were never meant to be escaped.
They exist only to teach us what it feels like to become lost.
Every turn kept a fragment of who I was,
and every dead end erased a name I once carried.
I walked through so many choices
that even the idea of a destination began to disappear.
Perhaps freedom was never waiting at the exit.
Perhaps it begins the moment we accept
that the most intricate labyrinth
has always existed within us.
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