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THE THINGS THAT I'VE LOVED
______THE THINGS THAT I'VE LOST




THE THINGS I'VE HELD SACRED
______________THAT I'VE DROPPED


_____ He wanted to grab him and scream. Nihilist, you believe in nothing, it’s meaningless, he would cry, he would struggle to explain and hit brick walls. The longer he struggled against those walls the more his hands would bleed, but the wall could crumble, the wall could fall. Ahren could never live without having the ability to completely abandon himself. Of course, he did not know of the thing that lived within him, the thing that could have been himself so long ago. Perhaps, just like Laruku’s demon, that was the only explanation.
_____ For a long time, Ahren stared at Laruku, contemplating his answer. “To live,” he said simply, as if this meant everything. His scarred palm, XII, held onto his companion’s hand even now. He cared about him, and he cared about Jasper, Poe, Anathra—the lost children of the forgotten places of the earth.




I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget




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