It’s sort of like being bound to the earth by one leg, and using one hand to hold a leash attached to a rocket.. I really like the rocket. I’m not willing to let it go. However, when it decides to leave, I can either let it go or let it rip me apart. Another option, stay strong and drag my whole world through cold dead space killing everyone.
I guess killing everyone is always an option.
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