and if today is my last
i am still thankful,
and if today is my last
I will be free,
and if today is last
the pain will finally fade,
and if today is my last,
and if it's my last
please help the others, who have like mine.
I've fight for a long time, and until the last minute I try harder,
and I will try harder.

Love is the currency of life

Without it 'living' becomes 'existing'
and anything of value (real or perceived)

Becomes worthless and meaningless

A writer writes to hide his pain.
And a reader reads to find someone who feels the same.