Hail Storms with Bloody Hands
The worlds a little too tough on you, with that I can agree. Constantly taking your breath away every time you try to breathe. But you still search for happiness never giving up it seems, even when so many have diagnosed you, telling you what you’re supposed to be.
As humans we strive in chaos, as we are constantly swept up by our own storms. Trying to find our way through the wreckage, our minds often feel like hail storms. Yet with all this you keep pushing forward despite your odds, so I'll see you at the end of the River darling. Keep pushing on.