In any competition there is always a chance that inedible defeat will blossom. In such an event it is hopeful that the contender whom is only being powered by obtuse and pretentious duracell juices will come to some understanding of self awareness and simply give up. If he chooses to continue on this unlawful path to self mutilation then I and others will carry no shred of sympathy for him and his ultimate fate. The few people who attend his funeral will only appear present for the reason of "I told you so" for his friends and family would have long ago turned their backs on him. In a way he is committing an unintentional suicide. It would be a shame if no one warned him. But then again, how do you warn a season?
Winter, I humbly ask you to leave us for the sake of spring, the people, and of coarse yourself. Everything has a time and yours is far past.
-C
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