dissipates over time, especially as you wait to make the first dollar. It feel as if I'm swimming to shore but the tide takes me further and further away. I feel like I want to give up but I know I must reach the shore. My body wants to give in to the fatigue."Just drown and give up! You're not made to do this!" the Pessimist
says."NO!!!! I mustn't give up," I respond.
So the journey
continues: I'm wading as I'm waiting.
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