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They never get tired of the same routine, I the enemy of all, found peace. For all the dark corners where I’ve been, too familiar to the light nobody has ever seen. I am okay, with failing and falling. I am okay, with screaming and calling, when nobody hears me balling. I still climb and still am all in, just breathing is calming. I am not here forever, and forever is not promised. If pain is all day, at least it is honest. I am a tree blooming in a forest, although the smallest, I am. Time never makes anything easier, it never erases nor forgets. It makes us numb to the point, we no longer obsess.