What would you do if something shows at the foot of your doorsteps knowing your not the cause? What would you do if your challenge decided to pick you? Looking at the world it's nothing but living hell. It doesn't matter if your good or evil. Both sides bring utter sorrow, and nothing more.
Think of life as a tv series, each season is a new challenge, more pain. But what's important is how you choose to go through your seasons. The way of life is never easy, nothing will ever be handed to you. How can you tell someone life is worth fighting when they don't want to continue theirs.
No one cares how hard working you are, no one cares how much you like walking. It's just doesn't matter! There is damage in life, you can break multiple times each can leave behind a mark. It it's your decision to decide if those marks are for victory or for defeat.
Being there with the breaking becomes your greatest strength.
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