Everything must one day hide itself.
Through death or,
Perhaps,
Something otherwise fleeting.
No, I reject the end.
This is not what I,
Truly,
Can allow myself to become.
My will alone redeems me.
Though I cannot atone,
Secretly,
Fate does not resent the lost.
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