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crosses: kills everyone (with enough force)

stakes: kills everyone

Like the hormones associated with your first puberty don’t… but the others do.

Some people would probably start forcefeming and forcemascing their kids for super powers. Which would be… problematic.

I am a blocked by a good few of my former exes and closest friends… and I estranged myself from my emotionally tense family.

People have every reason to hate me… I’m flawed… and I’ve been careless… and distant… and vainly attention seeking… and emotionally shallow… and selfish…

But at the same time… I do genuinely care and try… and having hurt people… isn’t something I ever really get over… even if it looks like it. I just… do my best to learn and be better. But it’s a slow process… and I’ve been a bad daughter, sister, friend, and lover in the past.

I can only hope… the people I love… are willing to put up with me long enough for me to… no longer be mildly caustic to the touch. To learn how to be more than trauma or a half-baked character.

I am a blocked by a good few of my former exes and closest friends… and I estranged myself from my emotionally tense family.

People have every reason to hate me… I’m flawed… and I’ve been careless… and distant… and vainly attention seeking… and emotionally shallow… and selfish…

But at the same time… I do genuinely care and try… and having hurt people… isn’t something I ever really get over… even if it looks like it. I just… do my best to learn and be better. But it’s a slow process… and I’ve been a bad daughter, sister, friend, and lover in the past.

I can only hope… the people I love… are willing to put up with me long enough for me to… no longer be mildly caustic to the touch. To learn how to be more than trauma or a half-baked character.

Like genuinely I need some alone time, some small group time, and a dash of big group events.

I get both energy from solitude and solo hobbies, and from social interaction and adventures.

And both drain me.

Bertolt Brecht

Who built the seven gates of Thebes? The books are filled with names of kings. Was it the kings who hauled the craggy blocks of stone? And Babylon, so many times destroyed. Who built the city up each time? In which of Lima's houses, That city glittering with gold, lived those who built it? In the evening when the Chinese wall was finished Where did the masons go? Imperial Rome Is full of arcs of triumph. Who reared them up? Over whom Did the Caesars triumph? Byzantium lives in song. Were all her dwellings palaces? And even in Atlantis of the legend The night the seas rushed in, The drowning men still bellowed for their slaves.

Young Alexander conquered India. He alone? Caesar beat the Gauls. Was there not even a cook in his army? Phillip of Spain wept as his fleet was sunk and destroyed. Were there no other tears? Frederick the Great triumphed in the Seven Years War. Who triumphed with him?

Each page a victory At whose expense the victory ball? Every ten years a great man, Who paid the piper?