Stop. I want to stand still.
It's so foreign here. I want to go back to something familiar.
I can't move forward because I don't want to. I want to go back.
The excitement has faded and began to turn to fear. I want to go back.
I don't want new, I want the old.
Stop. I want to just stop.
I can't see what's in front of me, but when I turned around I see that I can't go back.
I'm stuck.
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