Humans are fragile little things, scared and small and shaking.
The more I know myself the more I know I am not one of those things.
One of these things is not like the other...one of these souls has busted loose the tether.
I feel strong, and full of fire. Something is shifting, the tide is rolling back from the shore. And it's revealing smooth obsidian will. My will is stronger than my pain.
Fuck you, existential crisis. I have you in my clawed little hands this time. Let's see how long it lasts, shall we?
And the dance begins.
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