It grips you. You can try to tame it, or contain it, or store it away in the furthest nether region that you can find, or hide it, or ignore it, or run for your life. But it eventually finds you. And when it does, it just grips you with the jaws of death itself and suffocates you until you truly believe that you will die. But you don't. Somehow you always convince yourself that you are a survivor, you are strong, you are worthy, you will live. And you do.
But it will always find you. And you end up going through this whole maddening process again. And then you ask yourself, is it really worth it? Is life really worth it? Am I really worth it?
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