slowly coming to recognition to the fact that no matter what we do we always end up losing the ones we love the most. and it drives all types of hatred towards oneself. as anyone whos ever had to bleed out the pores of the skin to let me know bout our sins but all i seem to care bout is me on what i lost, ya know the one soul in my life that actually made me happy in everyday life when everything mattered and i really had a purpose to feel out love for myself but only cause she would reflect that love right back to me