The Sign:

Waiting is pain, therefore i hate to wait. Waiting for the unknown, standing still for the uncertain, for something somehow I thought I was so well prepared or so i thought, now it is the heaviest of burdens. I stood there in the dark not knowing where should I go, time is an enemy the nastiest of foes, light me some directions, throw me some kind of sign, I really want to know.

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