My fatal flaw has caused ripples,
And my only way out is embarrassed sorries,
Unless I don't want to make it simple.
I can just let the little fires grow,
Until I need to rebuild my world again.
I would then escape the stress on my character,
But, then, the new one wouldn't be as lived in.
And in the end, what does one want to acheive,
But a utility belt filled with experience?
For when one finds oneself in unfamiliar territory,
And nowhere can one rely on friends.
And it's alright,
If some of the small fires burned allies,
The work put into helping them lick their wounds,
Helps significantly strengthen your ties.
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