Every story has its history,
whether it happens yesterday or before you were standing at the peak of the mountain shouting out loud,
held up high and feeling the cold breeze that kisses you while your eyes were closed and enjoying the highest view your into.
But before that you were struggling,
that every step that your taking you might fall and turn into **** piece of dirt.
With scratches in your face and hands and down to your knees.
But there's nothing more painful when you were betrayed and left behind by the one whom you trusted by the most precious thing you could have, your heart.