People are bloody ignorant apes.
I did not want to write, but I had to resign myself to it in the end.
Until the day when, your endurance gone, in this world for you without arms, you catch up in yours the first mangy cur you meet, carry it for the time needed for it to love it and you it, then throw it away.
I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.
Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.