"Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield" — Alfred Lord Tennyson
It's sad to know there aren't many chances and choices left. It's difficult to focus on anything when everything's weighing me down.
I am now not in the act and so now I chose not to act. I try to feed off my negative emotion.
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