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I fight a mental battle each and every day. No, it's not what you think. It is more imposterous as such. I believe I am the weakest link in the knight's chain mail armor.
As a child you swim. Contently. Naiively. Ignorant of the evils lying below. Waiting. Watching.   As you grow, there's a weight added to your ankle, every year you turn older.
When days seem like years and thoughts bring you to tears.
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