This is for my faith that's dwindling into the wind, seemingly with each step I take.
This is for my old characters that have died and become obscure into the ages.
This is for my current knowledge, my opinions and arguements that have left me.
This is for my self hate, as it slowly implodes upon itself, and now is merely a wisp of dust.
This is for my stories that I never ended and never will.
This is for my romantic interest, nearly a year ago, that almost killed me.
This is for all my old RPs, that dwindled into the obyss.
This is for my hate, that sometimes sprouts up again, but never is up to it's full size.
This is all the bridges that will never be walked on again.
