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Abscond (ab-sc-ound)
v. to sneak away and hide
History is supposed to remain in the past, and the past is supposed to nothing but history. When history comes rushing in as the present, can it still be the past? The past of history standing right there in your face as the present of reality.
Scared and alone was all that could be pictured for the future. When nothing else made any sense, the only thing anyone could lean on was their self, but what if you couldn't even trust yourself anymore? What if you looked at yourself as a monster and nothing different of the sort? What if you couldn't even believe your eyes nor mind because all you see - all you could hear - could feel - could sense was past that came back as the present?
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