Weird how life always continues.
"With or without you"
It is really just so strange to be alive.
Feeling.
Breathing.
Aching.
Hurting.
Feeling the air enter and leave, my body aching while fighting off the virus and bacterias that keep trying to kill it.
The nerve cells freaking out and screaming messages here and there.
But air and water pass through my body, somehow allowing my soul to maneuver, fire thoughts that are interpreted by my aching, shaking hands.
Life.
Alive.
Beauty even while there is pain.
Goodness even when there is a dark.
The Darkness cannot overcome.
Hope lives.
Love will win.
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