Choosing to stand and deliver is hard. And scary. I could have left or moved into my parent's attic or just disappeared. But I stayed and built a new life, got another job. I made new traditions. And sometimes I am fucking sad, and I don't wash my hair and yeah, my boots are beat to shit. But I have chosen to stand and deliver. With each month, the debt recedes and my life gets a little more real. I'm still the best. My will will launch a thousand ships, still and yet. I will take what's mine, in my own time.
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