To the wounded:I have seen the self image they´ve force you to reduce to shattered glass,with the only remaining value lying in it´s jagged edges.But the few who warrant waking for await their recognition.No fear of death but with fear of life,your weakness kills everyone.So live.Angels for everyone.For no lack of searching I can´t seem to find one.Angels in everyone.A permanent solution to a temporary problem.Before I´d lay me down to rest,I´d throw away everything to live.