What happened.
The last few days.
Those are the days that look tense.
I want to ask what happened.
But this heart is afraid.
Afraid you will be offended by the question I submit.
The last few days.
One of us has left.
He decides himself to leave.
This togetherness began a few years ago.
A few years ago.
A few years ago was a very meaningful time and filled with the spirit of struggle.
His struggle for ideals is very large.
The last few days.
The last few days I began to be afraid.
Fear of losing.
But not afraid of losing power from you.
I am afraid of losing friendships that are intertwined and appear to be fading.
I think!
You have enormous privileges.
That's all very big.
I feel that I am no longer suitable to continue here.
Sometimes I try to hone my abilities, but I have very limited abilities, those limitations disturb my mind.
This is not reality, it's all about a story.
It reminds me of, perhaps, an Asian STEEM user talking to a user powering down and moving full time to HIVE following the footsteps of the racists Pied Pipers; the V.22.2 Cabal.