Death does not embrace me for i tear from its grip.Only to enhale the dust of lies and be force fed intolerant ideals.Oh rest, why must i tease myself and force myself to walk among the seeing blind.They do not understand that to lift a pebble is not strength, nor to see the sun, great sight.to hear the ocean is not listening ,if they do not understand what they touch is to feel.why do i hurt if i dont care?the answer is in itself.i do.WTM4L6s6