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“Maybe that's what makes us human—the fact that we know how broken we are, but we keep playing the game anyway. Maybe that's what the ancients were trying to say all along. Life's a tragedy, sure, but it's also a comedy. And the only way to survive was to keep laughing, even when there's nothing funny about it.”

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“Tears began to fall, hot and relentless, tracing tracks down my face. I didn't even try to stop them. I didn’t even know why I was crying. Maybe it was the pain. The tears kept coming, a relentless tide. My throat ached, my head pounded, and my body felt like it was caving in on itself. For a moment, I hoped that I might just pass out. Anything to make it stop.”

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“There once was this man who found himself talking to his son. He had often told the boy stories of heroes and villains, good and evil. He began by saying that all of us—even himself—had these two sides of ourselves fighting with each other, these two wolves. And these two wolves? They're always fighting. One was all that was pure in the world—the light, the hope, and the sanctuary. The other was all that was bad in the world—the dark, the despair, and the revenge. This same fight is going on inside of you, son... and inside of every other person on this earth. And this fight isn't just once; it's constant, happening every day." Her voice softened, and I could almost picture her sitting cross-legged on the floor, her expression thoughtful as she relayed the story. "What happens after that?" I asked hoarsely, my chest still tight but my mind began to quiet, drawn into her words despite myself. "The little boy in the story asks which wolf wins," she continued, her tone, a warmth so faint it was nearly imperceptible. "And his father looked at him and says, 'The one you feed.”

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“She walked with such grace—never brushing shoulders with anyone or awkwardly squeezing herself through. The world seemed to fall in line with her, and though she was most certainly aware of the power she held, she never became greedy with it. She didn't fade into the background, like I did, but she never demanded to be admired either. That, more than anything, made her impossible to ignore. I'd always thought she was attractive, but now I knew it was more than that, I worshipped her.”

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