Every year you grace my presence.
You tease me, taunt me, and make me eventually wish for death. I fight like my family taught me to. I meditate, medicate, and hold nothing back but its hard to fight something that cant be seen. You've had years of experience torturing me, which makes you my most formidable foe. You know everything about me. How I think, what makes me tick and what makes me break down and every year I make it through, but this year I don't see that outcome coming true.
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