Sometimes I want to stop. I want to lay down my weapons and surrender. My hands at the back of my head, me on my knees.
I surrender! I want to say, I give up. I don't want to fight any more.
That's when I realize there is no fight.
And there are no weapons.
And there are no enemies.
No one to accept my surrender.
And so I go on.
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