...having Nothing To Struggle Against

I Am Not Like Other People. I Am Burning In Hell. The Hell Of Myself.

We Are Like Roses That Have Never Bothered To Bloom When We Should Have Bloomed And It Is As If The Sun Has Become Disgusted With Waiting

And Love Was Lightning And Remembrance

What Matters Most Is How Well You Walk Through The Fire

Life Itself Is Not The Miracle. That Pain Should Be So Constant, That's The Miracle -