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(Drag yourself through muck and mire. Scrub your knees against the rocks of your resistance, sand your eyes with doubt and indifference, fill your veins with paralyzed apathy. You know this is just as much a part of the process as everything else, you know excuses are only windblown trash on a street you must cross regardless. Sit in the dirt for a minute, let it seep into your pores and grab you by the throat, feel the air leave you and everything turn black. 

Then dust yourself the fuck off.  The only way to survive, is to live. 

The only way to get something done is to do it.)