I don't know where we're going; from the start, you've been the one who held the map. You said once you were going to navigate your own way, and you did, but that means the destination has always been a mystery to me. When we hit that fork in the road, you went one way and didn't say a word. So I stood there in the darkness and waited for you to return. Now I can't find you, and I still don't know where we're going.
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