I feel like I was given a second chance at life.
I was given this struggle so I can find a way to overcome it or work around it, I was always told I could talk myself out of my own death.

The purpose of it all was to make me stronger but **** , some days are great and some are so bad I don't even know who I am anymore.
That's the joy of living I guess. Maybe , I dont know anymore.
I'm a complete ****** up mess and I'm one hell of a storm once I get started but there is a few things I know out of everything I don't-
When I love I love with all I have
When I give I give everything I can

I guess I was just built differently than others, maybe a piece was missing or one was too big so the edges had to be cut down to size and somewhere along the way it went wrong but I was still put here and for that I will never deny myself the simple pleasures of life.