My dear friend, so much has happened since we last have spoken and I fear that I don't truly remember it all, remember all the good the bad and the helpless moments.
You know those moments. Something incredibly horrible happens and you can't control it. It becomes that moment to fight or flight and when you choose fight you start to kick, punch, scream. You do everything in your power to make it better. You still fall and fail, but again you decide it is better to stand and fight for something bigger, something better.
And no matter how much you fight and dream, you fail.
That's life.
That's called being helpless.
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A/N : I don't mean to attract self pity, but I have a lot going on and I just needed to write this. Sorry.
