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I'm tired of struggling against everything stacked up against us. I'm doing my best and seeing the awful mess my children will face crushes my soul. They're all too young to have any cares and I mourn for the pain that they don't yet know they'll face. I miss the one who's already gone. I don't cry very often but fuck I'm so tired. I know I'm not the only one and I won't be the first one of the last of us still standing to quit. Please don't quit either.

I'm tired of struggling against everything stacked up against us. I'm doing my best and seeing the awful mess my children will face crushes my soul. They're all too young to have any cares and I mourn for the pain that they don't yet know they'll face. I miss the one who's already gone. I don't cry very often but fuck I'm so tired. I know I'm not the only one and I won't be the first one of the last of us still standing to quit. Please don't quit either.

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Head high. Always. Defeat isn't yours, don't let your struggle consume you. Let your winning, your still standing, your ongoing fight; let it fuel you. For those of evil know not the taste of victory for it is never theirs that it's earned by, that win. Success is never in their grasp ass defeat is never yours.