What will rise anew?
What will I be?
What will happen to this bum?
What will be told of this shrew?
What will he see?
I find myself lacking answers, but plentiful of fear. I wish to know the Void, of the darkness that grows near. I wish to maintain Stasis but know of the reality. I am merely a child for now, lacking depth in all totality.
So let's make this holiday season better than ones in the past.
Because you never know, if this season, is your last.
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