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That you will know that I am only dust. The grass that fades away.
Let there be moonlight, and stars.
Please understand.
Please don't be disappointed.
This was a battle, wasn't it? And not just a sad trail of missed opportunities and wrong turns? Tell me I fought valiantly. Even if I lost.
Stroke my hair from my forehead, please. Tell me I served you. Tell me I did well.
I hope I did well. I hope
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