I feel the pain in my back, where the wound has just sealed and not all the dried blood had gone. I feel the pain in my ribs, from the last fights, and in my legs for all the roads I run. I feel the pain in my hart for the people I lost along the way. Tonight I'll again strecht myself, push it to my limits, hurt myself to feel more pain, to feel I'm still alive.

Alone, again, I try to find the strenght for my people, they lay on me. What else can I do if not stay alive, force myself to feel alive? Sometimes I'm not sure of what I become, but I am and that's all that matters