The crimson cover carries our history and I wonder what waves of memory could possibly linger for someone else. The sights and sounds and smells of the years past compel me to be unreasonable, to hold on when I should probably let go, to give in when I should probably give up. The truth is that I realize what appearances make people say, and I don't care. I want the comfort of knowing I took my fate into my own two hands, and this is how it turned out. I'm well-aware these things can't last forever, but they can last a little longer, and so I will do my part to help them.
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