The world is not ending because of any force outside of ourselves. Does this mean we are dying? Does this mean that something has gone wrong? Perhaps it is our own bitter taste of mortality in our mouths that makes us feel so doomed. But we will not end in a sudden blink, and when our time comes, we will go without fear.
The time has come for the flame of our souls to be fed. By what, that is up to you.
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A young woman's path of self-discovery and personal confessions composed into poetic prose format.
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