The phase is over. I am over. I am dead, a whispering mantra to the large universe that speaks to every single cell in every single being, and worn down to the last veneer of salt.
I have said enough and done enough. Inferiority beckons me like poison, and now, I am but a stagnant living soul, one whose powers of manipulating his life rests upon not him and not anyone else, but upon the stars that has been tricking him with deceit and surprising him with gifts of joy and wonder.
I am, after all, just human.
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