Losing all is personal again. The world creeps on you, and at the same time, life seeps out of you.
Fight the invader, or stop the leak - what will you choose? Which battle is the one to fight? Either one you choose, the other will win on you.
And that sums up my today. My present.
Every single day I tell myself, fight, tomo is another morning. The sun will shine, and probably brighter than today. Not today. Today - I feel like resting, totally tired, washed away. Battle weary.
Today the rain must fall.
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