>>12908149Some chose the easy way out, when the rain comes you either seek comfort in the shelter or let it unwrap all your wounds and ache in pain reminding you of every battle you fought. It either breaks or makes you. Whilst the sheep and their fake destiny looms before me I shall take up my blade again. I won't lose my identity wondering if I have gone insane, to find the truth in front of me I will climb this mountain range and looking downward from this deadly and cold height I realize reason why I fight.
