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Nobody remembers your name. Blood's already leaving. Rude. Every barb — a decision the last self never voted on. Eye holds light it can't keep. Greedy, but professional. Old feather doesn't fall — evicted mid-argument, still sure it was load-bearing. Grip opens. That was the plan.

No calendar. No accounting of yesterday's acorns. Only the branch, the grip, the next second demanding a decision. The squirrel never saves being alive for later.

I came back for myself

I came back for you my dear In the warmth of the sunlight I remembered you Honest, flawed, curious, and loving I remember the times you carried heavy weights in your soul, and thought tomorrow would not come I remember the times you laughed, laughed with all of your might Lifted your voice... read more

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Equality is a blade with no grip / handle, it cuts everyone down. Not only the ones who use equality but those who wanted to be original, those who have not been born, those who wanted nothing to do with events but were pulled into it.

Chapter 50 - The Anchor and the Threshold

Sakura's hand hesitated over the water basin, the warm, damp cloth suddenly feeling as heavy as lead. The old title of affection for her sister had slipped out against her will, carrying with it a tangled knot of childhood longing and deep, rusted resentment. Despite all the years of silence, the... (edited) read more

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