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I have fought the good fight for long enough and must now accept that it might be a fight I cannot win. I do not concede defeat; I concede only the possibility of defeat. And with that thought I rob my defeat of its terror and power over me, and it becomes but an alternative. I have stopped fighting, for now I cannot lose.
I can exist and be loved even if I am not clever.
I can exist and be loved even if I am not clever.
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