"Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield" — Alfred Lord Tennyson
I am an ever decaying boron rod. Exponentially reaching to nothingness but never being nothing. On this sunday afternoon, love, let me be there for myself, Will you?
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