The Fool
I started out by picking up a pebble, maybe two
But as my life continued, the number of them grew
I traded some for nicer stones I’d found along the way
Some bigger and more beautiful, and left others where they lay
But as my path continued, I was compelled to pick up more
My arms were overloaded and my back grew ever sore
It was then I happened upon a man who with concern did cry
“Only a fool carries rocks and allows relationships to die”
Phillip Good (From the heart of an average MK)
Remnant's Edge 
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