Q

what's the worth of victory when while taking your time fighting you loose the reason you are fighting for?

i keep on telling myself = just a bit more, a bit more and you will be free, you will live for the first time ever. But there is no salvation for the ones like me.

some calls us blessed, others calls us wise or smart, most sees us as freaks. But very few know who we really are. The weight that we carry is so heavy. So heavy to a point that you become one with the pain. Loneliness becomes you. Silence is your best friend. being totally transparent becomes your habit.

what is your reaction Q+ when you see the "victims" you are fighting for suffering right under your nose? it's totally sad. no matter what you do, how hard you work, the blood, the tears will shed while the souls will shatter.