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“No I just... what's the point, then? To all of this? To any of it? If nothing we do matters, then why should we try at all?" He was spiraling, he knew. Rattled and spiraling. His skin was like ice and it had nothing to do with the air around him. He clenched his jaw to keep his teeth from chattering. "Because it's your life," Nelson said, coming to the other side of him. "It is what you make of it. No, it's not always fair. No, it's not always good. It burns and tears, and there are times when it crushes you beyond recognition. Some people fight against it. Others... can't, though I don't think they can be blamed for that. Giving up is easy. Picking yourself up isn't. But we have to believe that if we do, we can take another step.”

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Under the Whispering Door

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