You get news like I get today and you expect support. You expect the ones closest to you to be there. You expect all those words about how you're not going to do this alone to mean something. You expect a hand to hold, a shoulder to cry on. Something.
I can't make all of these decisions. I can't go charging down this road again. In fact I refuse. I surrender. Come what will, this fight is over.
And you aren't changing my mind.
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