I still look into the horizon, reading that diary that made me forget my own, that journal that reminded me of how precious time was, of how every action must be analyzed before done.

How many times have I read that book?

A hundred? A thousand? A million?

Countless. I’ve read it countless times.

I flipped the cover of the journal, closing my eyes when I did. I don’t need to open my eyes to read it. For the myriad times I’ve scanned it, I already knew all the words, how it was placed and how it was written.

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