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... aine on the ground and for a moment the world wanted to give up on me.
My knees hit the dirt, but I braced so hard I only took one of them down. The other stayed bent, a single column of strength holding me upright while my lungs ripped for air. Blood hammered in my ears. Sweat slicked my temple. The phantom chorus from the bridge still buzzed at the edges of my mind, though its screams had dimmed to the level of a whispering wind.
You are a weakling yearning to be seen. A failur ...
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