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He is strong, but he is also tired; tired of always having to be the strong one, of always having to do the right thing. Of being presented with impossible choices, yet somehow being expected to sail towards calmer seas. So as he looked out at the horizon, he realised that for the first time there was nowhere to go, nowhere left to run, and he just had to stay here, facing this terrible truth. He felt, as more tears fell, just how exhausted he actually was, a tiredness that had nothing to do with the hour. He was tired of chasing a dream that will forever remain a fantasy, tired of pretending to be more put together than he actually is, tired of not talking about it, tired of pretending things were okay when they had never, ever been less than okay. Tired, tired with nothing, tired with everything, tired with the world’s weight he had never chosen to bear.