fighting off the teeth and claws. How could I have thought it wouldn’t hurt again when I’ve only been beaten raw? I wonder if I’ve gained anything for my troubles when I look around at what I have left. I never thought I could lose so much in this fight, so much there that I couldn’t have kept Everything that I had worked so hard for, all of it crumbling away. I know I must desperately hold onto myself, hold onto things to fight another day. |
