How much before what I know and love perishes? How long before what I hold dear is gone?
Books, stories, history, facts, reality, everyday life… full of stories that prove that what I love is going, gone, never to return, chases as unwanted.
So why linger? Why struggle in a place and a world that hates me and my kind?
No more… I’ll look back to what’s mine and mine alone, cherish it and weather with it into oblivion…
Some things are just not worth fighting for…
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