Spell

"Dancing all alone, to the sound of an enemy's song.
I'll be lost until you find me.
Fighting on my own, in a war that's already been won.
I'll be lost until you come and find me here.
Oh glory."

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I'll tell them how I survive it. I'll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in things because I'm afraid it could be taken away. That's when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I've seen someone do. It's like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years.

But there are much worse games to play.