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I did it anyway.

Isn’t that the most tragic sentence of all?

He said I needed to stop. That if I kept going, I’d implode into fragments of wasted past and abandoned future.

He was right.

I did it anyway.

But oh, that other, glorious outcome.

They said I’d never be able to make it, that if I kept dreaming, kept loving, kept giving, I’d run out of pieces of myself to give eventually.

I did it anyway.

But I never did run out.

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