𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮

We are writers, my love.
We don't cry.
We bleed on paper.

Life doesn't discriminate
Between the sinners and the saints
It takes and it takes and it takes
And we keep living anyway.
We rise and we fall,
and we break and we make our mistakes,
and if there's a reason I'm still alive
When so many have died, then I'm willing to 
Wait for it...