The intricacies of my insanity
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“We tried everything we could to fight back, trying to outsmart it, but it mutated and grew more cunning, or we simply started to act more careless because we were winning.” He says as he raises the cup to his mouth and gently blows on it, before taking a sip.
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The intricacies of my insanity 
What usually made us lose, is our own cockiness, believing we had, won…
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Our failures are written for us all to see, half the battle is winning, the other half is knowing when the battle is truly won.
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