When I was growing up I wanted to be the best I could be and now I just want to survive another day.

I struggle every day to find lost pieces of myself

It is not easy

Some days I feel every fracture inside me

People say you can start over every day

True. Maybe.

But you have scars. The aftermath of old wounds.

Whatever you become will carry those scars.

یک گور دسته‌جمعی، از این سر تا آن سر نقشه هست که به‌نوبت می‌رویم سرجایمان دراز می‌کشیم. بی‌غسل و کفن، بی‌احترام و تشییع، بی‌سنگ‌قبر.