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The thing about life is that it is innate. It is something we are born with, carry with us, and die bearing.
Some have chosen to forge from their life a battleaxe which they brandish with pride while passing into glorious Valhalla. Some weave theirs into an intricate tapestry, stringing color and ethos into a series of narratives all interacting with one another through time and space.
Some prefer to tuck their lifetime into bed, kiss it on the forehead, and wish it good rest.
Why can’t I ever muse without wandering back to the foreboding?
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