My soul guides my hand as it rests, as though I were a ghostwriter only you can awaken.

The few cents I earn prove my value, but I do not seek arguments.

#Steemians manage their time as they please, as it is accounted for.

Here, my worth is determined by what Steemworld declares, and I accept it. You too acknowledged that eventually, one grows weary, which is exactly what the dark forces desire.

Nevertheless, I will find a way to continue writing, as my soul prompts me.

I've realized that my image here is breathless, just like my words; I'm suffocated and confront an era that increasingly does not belong to me.

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