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When that which you're holding onto is long gone, when you've replayed memories so much in your head you start to question their truth, when your hands are cracked and bleeding and you've pondered if you can ever unclench them again, when tears have formed canyons on your face from flowing so steadily, when you realise you are the strong and brave one for standing steadfast through this storm.