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It just gets exhausting. The fight to live and to feel worthy of living never ended and Steve was sick of it. Like he'd told Sam, he was tired. It was hard to wake up in the mornings and try to be okay, it was hard to smile, it was hard not to think the things that drove him to just wish he were dead already. It was hard and it was scary and Steve was sick of fighting.
Cause it gets tiresome, defining yourself by pain. There's no sleep that can make it better. And when the misery eats you up and carves you out and makes itself become you, you don't want to fight anymore. You're tired.
But Steve woke up anyway, that day and the next and the one after that and he felt alone and he felt exhausted and he felt miserable, fighting every single day. He was sick of it.
It was just… Hard.
