It’s a fight I’m willing to have until the end. It’s a fight with myself and others, too, where necessary. It doesn’t always turn to conflict, and although it might, I attempt to avoid that outcome. I realise that I’ll have to let this one slide. Other times there can’t be compromise, and there are casualties. Regardless, the fight with myself goes on.
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