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I have no weapons left to fight with. What I had learned, broken and gone. I stand here, empty. At my feet, small fallen grains. Looking back now, those tiny seeds I once missed scattered there, everywhere. If they sprout by the roadside, they will feed someone. And if I gather them again, who would ever blame me?