I’m the one that’s got to die when it’s time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want to.
“The posture of the tree Shows the prevailing wind; And ours, long misery When you are long unkind.
But forward, look, we lean— Not backward as in doubt— And still with branches green Ride our ill weather out.”
Robert Graves | “Lovers in Winter”
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