Irrespective of my irrational thoughts, my bulging clot, nothing can take away anything away from my slot it's still there within me, whatever explored, and whatever still unexplored, I am therefore, telling everyone, I'll build my own plot whether on grave or inside cave, and with that, I'll save my heart and I'll become brave with this new start.
Hopefully I won't slip again. I won't harm myself. I won't hate myself. I won't. I won't. Sorry to myself.