You bruise your fingertips, you break your nails, you grunt and sweat and heave with all your might...
And you get close. You can almost see the light. You can almost smell the fresh air. You can almost feel the refreshing wind against your sweat-soaked face.
It's amazing how after all the years of effort, it only takes one single second to send you plummeting back down.
It's amazing. It's so amazing it breaks my heart.
Yes, relapse. I've officially plummeted.
We all have our sorrows, and although the exact delineaments, weight and dimensions of grief are different for everyone, the color of grief is common to us all.
- The Thirteenth Tale
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