Named for a book I really loved by Timothy Findley. Thematically based on that book.
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All these days are just the wars we fight, the little struggles to get to the nights when we grapple with the things we decide. Decisions made in efforts to survive. Survival imitating our young lives. Still we're pushing the same old pieces around on a map in a harsh-lit room, waiting for someone to make the first move. Waiting for these fragile bodies that we've grown to trust to be broken, to betray us. All these days are just the wars we fight, so keep your secrets locked up tight, don't let them see how we strive for something more than our brief lives. In each other we will never die. So never stop feeling the pain. Wear your bruises and your scars like moral emblems in these wars. Survive. Every day that you're alive is a source of pride when these wars are just the days going by.