I want to live a happy life and I want to be happy but everything is effort and I'm so tired already. What I've promised to myself is I will not let my illness kill me because despite everything I want so badly to live but it's hard when terror clouds your mind every second of your day. Every time I think I've escaped, I'm entrapped again - the eternal face-off between myself and I - How can I heal when the one I want to murder is myself?
There must be a secret I don't know and I'm determined to find out. My best revenge will be a long life lived, and my sweetest victory. I know I can succeed - that much I've got sorted out. And now I will fight to fulfill that potential because to do otherwise would be something more tragic than my current existence, and I won't accept it.
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