Every day is a silent battle. It starts from the second I open my eyes, I fight to find reasons to get up and start the day. I find them in friends, in work, in the many supposed pleasures of the world. I fight to keep hold of them, I hold on for dear life to have something to keep hold of when I fall again. If I have enough to keep in the world, maybe i wont slip from it again.
These battles are the hardest to fight. How can we draw the battle lines when the fight is against ourself? How can we win? We win by carrying on the fight.
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