You ask me where my strength is?
You wonder why this is not crushing my world?
I walk the line of death. I listen to the sweet nothings It brushes against my ear and I shelter them within until their wisdom can be explored.
You ask me where my resolve is?
You wonder if I am breaking?
Have I not told you of my childhood? Have you not heard of the scars that have crossed over my flesh moments after I was first pushed forth into this world? Have you not heard of the various acrobatics I have performed in order to live this long?
This is nothing for a creature who listens to death words.
This is nothing for a creature who plays with the darkest of shadows and calls them to her by name.
This is nothing for a creature like me.
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