There is a side of me that is dark... That is devoured by pain. But there is also another side of me, that is sick of the stress and sick of the strain. A side of me that desperately wants to live. That wants to breathe in fresh air and have something to lose... But also something to give.

There is a side of me like a lashing storm. Only of anger and power was it born. And oh, how it scorns. Oh, how it desperately wants to settle the score... But I refuse to allow it. Because things are not like they were before. Things are...