That has never been more true than with my circumstance. Every second of every day I have to fight the urge to fall deeper and deeper into depression. I am fighting my own thoughts, I am fighting the will to give up every second I am awake.
Yet here I stand, victorious over the night.
I woke victorious and refreshed from a night of fighting my demons as they try to wake me numerous times from a deep sleep.
Here. I. Stand.
Moved.
15 years ago
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