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Writing is a battle. A never-ending war of words where loss and victory are things that go unheard. Used to scorn another or give them the joy of praise. To tell a story of a mythical place or reminisce the grandeur of by-gone days.


Words are weapons of combat that humans learn to use from the their youngest age. Trained in this timeless art, they grow up and teaching the vernal generation in their own way. But the young become veterans and they eventually fall.


For even if the words do not age, time consumes all.