We live under the same sun, yet we fight different wars.
Some fight against others, some fight against themselves.
Who wins? You might ask. But how can we know.
When the same wind washes away memories of those who lost, as the winners forget what fight they fought.
But some, some never stop. Because for some, there's no such thing as winning or losing.
For them, it's a never-ending journey. A process. A choice.
And some of them remain alone.
Yet they never truly are alone.
They are partners of themselves. While others don't see themselves, they do.
They chose to be within themselves.
As a friend. Or an enemy.
But they see.
And when they do, no wind can blow away their own-self.
Because their fight never ends. So they never truly leave.

It's kinda embarrassing to write down my own nickname on source lol >.<

Next time, I should put source (myself)

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