
"Sometimes we win. And I want you to fight."

Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we're wired that way. Because without it, I don't know; maybe we just wouldn't feel real. What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop.

Egal wie hart der Winter ist, im Frühling wachsen die Knospen

"Pick me, choose me, love me."
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