What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
I'm sorry I cried.
I remember you telling me back then how much you admire my being feisty. I realized I've lost that self; been shot too many times I guess. But the medics came in just in time before I bled myself to death. Now I'm still wounded but healing and trying to get it all together again.
I remember you telling me back then how much you admire my being feisty. I realized I've lost that self; been shot too many times I guess. But the medics came in just in time before I bled myself to death. Now I'm still wounded but healing and trying to get it all together again.