>>1179836I know where you dwell, where you linger, where you stay. In the shadows of twilight, at the edge of the day.
Through nights without rest and bleak, endless days, the second path stretches far, lined with sorrow and strife. Yet I press ever onward, a war with my life.
I know what awaits me: the bitter, the raw, the pain that will cut, the flaws that will gnaw. But breaking or bending, I won't turn aside.
I'll fight through the storm, no matter the tide.
At least for now, until the fighting spirit takes a bow.