When I am unhappy, I am no longer scared to lose... Because I have only become scared to win. Scared to slip into that at-ease mode of happiness, Just to lose it all over again. When I'm already down, it doesn't hurt to fall farther, It's the climb back up that makes the next fall that much harder. But the anticipation, by far, surpasses the actual fall. It's the beautiful butterflies that make my stomach queazy, Always and yet Never knowing the things that await me. All the things I never will be, ultimately... are the forces that strive to keep me down. I would pull them down with me if ...
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