Morals make me think of the ideas of Right and Left.
Not Wrong.
Left.
As in…I left the train station behind, and I took the ticket of the old lady who was sitting next to me, and her wallet. And her husband’s dentures, as well as his ashes.
Left.
As in…I left in my wake a trail of bodies, and blood, and a few crying children.
Left.
As in I left you behind, and I’m not going back, and I don’t want to hear from you ever again, or I’ll make sure you regret it, the same way I regret having left…in the first place.
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