It doesn't get any easier...

I know I've got to do this. I've got to stick with it. Keep going.

Because, once again, Summer can't last forever.

Winter will come again, sooner and harsher than before.

It's the same poison I've drank before. But I keep hoping beyond hope that it's not.

That it's different.

Like it's a cure disguised as a poison.

But it's not. So I have to throw the poison away. Throw it far away.

Who would've thought it'd be so hard? Who would've thought that I'd be doing this all over again?

I always secretly swore never again.

But oh, how high the stakes are now.


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