Five Years
Five years ago, I left everything I knew. Die Lustris marks that day for me—the day I chose myself.
— A.M.
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Submit Your StoryFive years ago, I left everything I knew. Die Lustris marks that day for me—the day I chose myself.
— A.M.
Every five days I light my candle. It has become my personal rhythm of renewal.
— J.K.
I do not share what my date means. That is the power of it—it is entirely mine.
— Anonymous