Sometimes your best is still not enough.
Having gone back through recent events, I see that I have changed nothing. Even breaking my silence here, in these bright shadows, has brought no results. Despite all my intentions, she marches unchallenged towards her fate.
It's maddening. Everything screams at me that this must be stopped, but what can I do? Some things cannot be changed, it seems. Our lives are guided by unseen strings, and the puppetmasters caper above us, jeering their cruel sneers.
No. This is not the end. Until all hope is gone, there still remains a chance. Each possibility must be seized with a grip of steel. Someone will find my words. Deaf ears will be made to hear again. Alone I am impotent, but it does not defy belief that company will arrive in time.
You will come - you have to.
The alternative is too terrible to contemplate.
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