What still stands and what has fallen? All that the world had promised shimmered and disappeared, and there were no words left upon which to stand.
Here we are, still facing the same direction – forward – and still filled to the brim, more feeling than ever.
Every shiny thing that caught my eye along the way, every little battle I fought within me, every battle I fought without, every little thing…
All that amounts to nothing. Just little things.
Because it always came down to the one person, the one truth against which all others withered and superfluously slid away.
They still do.
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