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After some serious thinking, I've come to the conclusion that it is time to stand up and fight once more. I've had a long rest, and a long time to recover, and I think it's done some good.

It's not like I hadn't been hurt before... sure, it was different, it wasn't the same kind of pain. Maybe I don't remember the past that well, but these last few bruises felt VERY real. But what also feels very real is the smell of the routine, the scent of "there's-nothing-new-under-the-sun".
Everyone knows I didn't use to be like this, so trapped inside my own shell, not coming out to enjoy the fresh air. Some people call it slow, but I call it fear. I fear I will lose again. My heart was broken once, my heart was shattered twice.
I've come to the realization that there is no losing without the chance of winning either. And winning... well, winning is just part of my nature.

I'm going one step at a time, but I'm already up from the ground. I'm going on a journey, looking for it. I KNOW it's out there, it just has to be. What's the whole point, otherwise?

Love: you can run, but you can't hide.