The Anthology
Loss after loss
Loss after loss. Defeat after defeat. Not the kind that breaks you in a single moment— but the kind that lingers, that compounds, that quietly asks, “How much more?” And still—nothing in me is tired. Because exhaustion doesn’t come from losing. It comes from surrender. From…
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