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Sunday, November 25, 2012, 1:08PM

Everything has finally wound down. It appears that I've lost. I'll talk to you each day, my tulpa, but I won't expect to hear you. It was a good run. Maybe it was a warm-up. Sure. Let's call it that.

Part of me is disappointed. Part of me wants to keep fighting. Part of me is exhausted.

Another part of me doesn't want me to take a break, for fear of all progress being lost.

Another part of me is willing to forget the entire ordeal, only to be surprised one day of what could have been.

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