Dear Friend, I see you, bloody and drained, weary and empty. You say you've got nothing left, but I hope, one day, you can see the strength I know you've got in you. Do not forget your fire, do not forget your survival. Friend, you've come so far, and I don't want to see you loose this. And, don't worry about me. Everything is normal, everything is fine. I worry about nothing, because everything is fine. Your Friend, ANONYMOUS That's always what we'd hope we'd see, or at least something like that. But no. It never came. No one cared about us, solely because we were different. 'You're so close, but I hope that you stop searching. I don't want you to foresee what I've become, so please stop looking.'