We Can Heal. Perhaps We

Tell Me There Is Still Good In The World. Tell Me There Is Still Hope For All Of Us.

I Started Writing Seriously When I Was A Teenager, Around 14 Years Old.

Tomorrow, I Will Take On All Of These Things. I Will Be Unstoppable.

Then I Realize From The Hollow Sound Of Her Gun's Click That Her Gun Isn't Loaded. Apparently She Just Wants To Slap Me Around With It.

I Could Be Compassionate, If I Wanted. Metias Would Be Merciful. But I Was Never As Good A Person As My Brother.