Odd how we fight to breath in our panick attacks when we actually want to die.
I died a thousand times for you. For each pain you felt I ached much more. For your single tear I sheded a river of tears. For your questions I fought to find an answer. And now I am lost as you. I don't know where home is. Funny how we both felt bad for the orphan and not ourselves.I know now what is more funny is how we didn't realise we were one too.