Literature
Sacrifice
To exist is to live, and to live is to die repeatedly.
In these years, I have learned to watch my step, for every move forward that I make is more difficult than the last, and the emotion that releases the defeating pain grows more sharply and more unbearable than before.
The lessons are taught, but at a hefty price. And for one who's views are already so small, the piper comes, his hand extended, demanding his dues. How could it be possible to die a thousand deaths in one?
I would sacrifice all that I had to be struck with mercy, as I've realized my fate will be nothing less than a tragedy, and my existence nothing more than a memory.
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