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It may be meaningless, or useless at best; to be a witness, or a catalyst worse still. But I would be there, or like to be aware at the very least, as and when the religions, ideologies, civility, languages, human nature, life and death, transmogrify. This cannot be stopped, as bleak as it may be, but the humour in it, is hopefully worth it, don’t you agree? I’ll do my part, you will do yours, but the tide will rise, and consume it all. Reset button of a failing simulation, is primed and ready for termination. Stop counting losses, greed is clearly futile, find strength in those wings, no grace in keeping them fragile. Death is what we often glorify, beauty is in survival too, so gather your wits, and fly.


Try as you may, to keep the bubble, of your frail existence, burst it will. Cosmeticize to your heart’s content, miseries and trophies of a life lived, on terms made by your growing self, your indepen

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