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>>151770 Some of us are destined to never find companionship, never find lasting solace in the arms of another, and the sooner we accept this, the sooner a new world of previously unimagined dangers opens up to us. In the exploration of these dangers, we become living testaments to the virtues of struggle, and gain a stamina that others shall never have the privilege to know. Rather than drift into slumber in the bed of an eternal stranger, we seek a bed of flames, and with no partner, no pair, no twin, we attain a singular uniqueness and inflict upon ourselves a solitude that is the unhealing wound from which all our strength flows. We alone know that all flesh is grass, that all promises are fantasies, that all dreams are narcotics. We alone live without lies, without the need to enslave or to be enslaved. We write the stories of our lives patiently, and from the other side of death. The realm of eternity is ours alone.
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