for a very long time, i was to blame. the fate of worlds beyond my reach saw defeat due to my own lack of ability. failing nations known only to residents whose lives destined never to seek beyond said nations.
i was not enough.
eventually, the necessary realization of the possibility of blameworthiness happened. the urge to assist an already conceptually perfect universe could no be attributed to failure, at least not in its most complete form, the difference between a piece and the whole.
the long for forgiveness exists as the need to proclaim blame. so you fucked up. im still here.
i once wore a scarf just like that one.
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