From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no man lives forever,
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.
- Algernon Char
I'm simply a philanthropist, otaku, a writer and a young girl of eccentricity.
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