I thought I could, at least for a moment… rest. I guess, I was quick to forget, that rest is a privilege that I don’t even have.
I want to be weak… because I am. I really am. But I must remain strong. Not for myself, but for everyone and everything else that I stand for. Strong enough to fool even myself that I am not weak, but strong.
I want this too end, badly. Could death really be my salvation? Or is it my only escape?
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