That which does not kill only makes one stronger It should be, that which does not kill after repeated attempts makes you bitter and depressed.

Much anguish has be spent, time to find a new currency. I have survived by the roots of my claws and with little respite I soldier on. So little time to heal I take my nexts steps for to stand still, alone, is the first step towards death.

I am not ready to give up, should I fall who will catch me...