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Prologue

T here isn’t much to talk about, though I wonder if that’s when there is most to be said. In the midst of confusion and questions, wouldn’t that be when you desire your voice to be heard? To demand answers, to speak unknown truths, to beg someone to tell you who or when or what you are? I know that I wish to speak, though silence is where one must dwell to truly understand the way life slips through our fingers and secrets escape our minds, crawling into the deepest crevices of our souls until we’re completely made of them.

And right now, that’s what we all are.

Secrets, waiting to escape completely until not even time remembers they had ever existed.