it is not for me to say that i hate what the world has become, i who must live in this world and try to survive the best i can.
it is i that must endure its flaws, while those responsible endure none of them.
it is i who love this world to much to hate it.
it is i that struggle to stay alive with nothing to hope for but more pain, because love is worth pain.
it is i that must see before me my friends suffer, and people all around me pretending to be alive, while i can do nothing to help.
it is i who have nothing that has the most to give.
it is i who shall stay alive, not for me but for all of everything else that let me be.
it is i who am we.
it is we that are the world.