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The lane of memories, overlapping the path less traveled, is realized to be wrought with the misery of misguided actions, and a moral dissonance of virtue and vice.
In the lateness of the hour and the impetuously desperate pursuit of a sound ideological foundation upon which one can commit, a single thought occurs; This path, as strewn with the pieces of undefined endings and unfinished business as it is, has brought me to an undeniable foreclosure of doubt, and a fortitude to release myself from the bonds of this path less traveled.
In this, I find my convictions to saturate the broken reality of which I am so accustomed in gasoline, and burn away the ropes tying my arms down.
For, in departure of my previous travels, I am left unburdened by the weight of the unguided souls now lost, and am once again with the capacity to selfishly desire a better path.
I have come to a fork in the road and I see a path as clean as fallen snow, untainted by the ashes of cremated memories, from the eyes of a human rather than a beast.
This is the path on which I shall continue to travel.

Description
The lane of memories, overlapping the path less traveled, is realized to be wrought with the misery of misguided actions, and a moral dissonance of virtue and vice.
In the lateness of the hour and the impetuously desperate pursuit of a sound ideological foundation upon which one can commit, a single thought occurs; This path, as strewn with the pieces of undefined endings and unfinished business as it is, has brought me to an undeniable foreclosure of doubt, and a fortitude to release myself from the bonds of this path less traveled.
In this, I find my convictions to saturate the broken reality of which I am so accustomed in gasoline, and burn away the ropes tying my arms down.
For, in departure of my previous travels, I am left unburdened by the weight of the unguided souls now lost, and am once again with the capacity to selfishly desire a better path.
I have come to a fork in the road and I see a path as clean as fallen snow, untainted by the ashes of cremated memories, from the eyes of a human rather than a beast.
This is the path on which I shall continue to travel.