i know it doesn't make any sense.
i really do.
my wound is still here,
but this is all i can do for you, to cure your wound.
all you have left with me, is a scar,
a scar that would be with me for the rest of my life,
a scar that sometimes still hurts.
but my wound is still here, bleeding.
even i tried to ignore it, i cannot ignore the fact that it still hurts.
am i making any sense here?
it sounds complicated.
it really does.
but i don't care, i am just going to be myself.
to do what i can do, what i wish to do,
in this last bit of 149760.
future, isn't that far away.