We fought. We fight often, and though neither of us ever wins, it seems I always lose more.
But everyone has a breaking point.
And this is mine.
With a burning throat, an empty stomach, and blood dripping down my arm, I know this is mine. If I stay here, you will destroy me, and I don't want to be destroyed. I need to save myself while there's something left to save.
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