I was the climber of a sheer cliff, dragging myself on bleeding hands towards a summit that I'd never reach and sometimes didn't want to reach. The things I cared about were the hooks I'd driven into the rock face. Depression snapped them, one by one, one by one. My only certainty was the fall. Alexis Hall
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  1. Pain was simply an inevitability of living, and I had to learn how to trust him with his own, as I trusted him with mine.
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