I'm grateful now to know the truth, that the only person who can give me purpose is myself. As the world fades, I find myself wondering if perhaps purpose is not a single thing one finds, but rather a thing one finds over and over again.
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I'm grateful now to know the truth, that the only person who can give me purpose is myself. As the world fades, I find myself wondering if perhaps purpose is not a single thing one finds, but rather a thing one finds over and over again.
That’s the curious thing about monsters,” she whispers. “The worst ones don’t bother hiding in the dark.
You are not a monster,” I murmur. I don’t know if the words are for the lion or for me. “You are only what they made you.