e i g h t. ( anon text ) . like playing with fire, i'll get hurt

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( This message comes to the network at 3am, the sign of someone not sleeping, probably having spent one too many nights at Delight's bar to be at all healthy for their liver.

Whether they're drunk this night is a question that's hard to answer, since they've had the sense to turn on anonymous posting and type correctly. But three words can't be that hard to type, right? )

Are you coping?

( If you have to send this? You're probably not. )

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True.

But must and can aren't the same thing.

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I would not disagree. But the gods will hardly afford us time to reconcile ourselves.

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So what do we do?

( Just keep pretending everything's alright? Kate's not sure she can any more. )

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Endure. Fight off that treacherous lie of helplessness.

Persevere through the day. If you cannot, persevere through the morning and the night. If you still cannot, persevere hour by hour.

If even that is too much, remind yourself with each breath that only you decide when you are defeated. Not yet.

This is nothing that cannot be surmounted.

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Inspiring speech. Easier said than done. But inspiring.

( Although, in the morning, after some shut eye, after the booze has left her system, she might just consider how to make persevering in this place easier for people. There's got to be a way, right? )

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An easier path would make glad us all. A pity that one does not exist.