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Racing into the tempest, filled with the adrenaline rush of running headlong to meet my fate, I scream into the wind that is my wyrd.
\' I will not be held! You have no right to judge my heart; I am my own soul!\'
I yell in defiance, in rage, at the divine wind that breathes out deaths, that stokes out lives to burn painfully bright.
We are as moths to our own flames, plunging,
kamikaze to our ends.

As the moon embraces her own death, do we also
embrace ours. Will we, like the moon, cycle into
brightness once more?

Many maudlin thoughts of late. There\'s something in the bright glory of the falling snow that teases my mind along dark paths, that invites me to explore my soul\'s night. I turn my face from the blanketing
white, to prowl the dark within myself, in a circle of redundancy. I run fleetly, to nowhere.
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