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Yesterday, 03:41 AM
I want hope, and heart, and magic. The world is ending and I want to see the wonder in it, and maybe naively, to use that wonder to protect what's still here. I'm afraid of dying, but I'm more afraid of the world dying. My heart is hardening, and dispair is clawing at me. If I can't fight back the world will kill me soon. but I still want that hope. I still want there to be heart and love in this dying place. I still want there to be magic and art and wonder, before the end.
