When you watch the dark for hours, it’s not hard to focus on the noises you hear. Mostly you hear your own voice. Telling you all kinds of things. Like maybe you were meant to die. That maybe your fate is your fate and there is no way to escape your fate. That maybe your body is too tired, too weak. You hear the voice of giving in. Of giving up. But there’s another voice, too, that comes from the pit of your stomach. And it’s the voice that says, You deserve to live. Look what you will do, what you will put yourself through, just for a chance. You hold on to that voice, and you make it louder
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