i'm leaking. part of my resistance and endurance and hope and breath... i feel everything slipping. like a book of hope, i carry this living thing inside and balance it on my head. i've held it high, and high it shall remain. impossible to let fall. too much in the balance. this book becomes heavy. starts to move. it's slipping. i can't seem to hold it steady. everything depends upon this staying strong -- balanced. the fall would break my whole being. i can't help ... slipping. oozing. unsteady. emotions -- fear -- taking hold. no sight. no voice. i'm swimming. falling. drowning. but i have to keep afloat. my raft is coming. i just know it. it'll be here any moment. gotta kick a few more hours. but i'm falling. i can't fly. i'm spiraling down. swift. heavy. sad. i'm sliding ... i'm helping... i'm living. i'm breathing in. nothing can stop me from staying alive. no more falling. no more weakness. no more giving in to him. he can't win. no more victor! you can't beat me -- i won't let you. too much at risk -- too much at stake. too much to love, too much to gain. i'm falling, but i'm standing. i'm sinking, but i'm still swimming. i'm battling him. i'm ... trying. he knows my weakness, he knows my strength. he's crafty. he's winning. i'm done, but i'll not stop fighting.
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