December 15, 2015 · personal log
Late-night Solitude
Weeks have passed since I arrived.
Each battle proves my worth.
Yet something lingers beneath the surface—a question I refuse to ask aloud.
For now, action is enough.
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Weeks have passed since I arrived.
Each battle proves my worth.
Yet something lingers beneath the surface—a question I refuse to ask aloud.
For now, action is enough.