Never let your mask slip, not for a ******* minute, there isn't a single soul you can trust and you must keep on pushing for as far as you can go, I'm marking every month and minute as a measure of how much further I can go, and to be honest if I'll make it to another birthday I am in hell if I know, because I can feel the shadow of that hand that is always creeping for our necks, i am measuring every second to the next, screaming yes! I made it to another one, but then it's passed and that's another gone and ******* I still feel the same, if time heals wounds then why am I still in pain it is weining on me I am raw, but I don't know if I can go a second more, but here I am counting one minute to the next, but by every measure I give it a year till the planet is one person less.