Token It's okay. Let things, people, situations break you into a thousand tiny pieces. Let the cold water come rushing in and take all those pieces away with it except one. That's the token of your survival. Hold on to it. You're still complete, just not concrete enough. Set out on a voyage. Find new things, people, situations, ideas and aspirations that will yield you new pieces, a new form but be formless, calm on the surface. Fight your battles. Make strong allies. The next time you face your old enemies, Remember.. You're not concrete. You're the cold water now. Unbreakable, Formless, and still complete With that one little token to hold on to.
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