In the morning and at the end of the foreshadowing within the darkness of untrue sight, waking up expecting few fatalities. I breathe at the sight that no more I fall back into what I believe who I was before. That face that always forgot to smile, or maybe never even knew what smiling was at all. Trudging at the door for "transference number" of volatile acids in electrolysis that a salt bridge has been removed. No neutrality, just plain "negative transference number" and the ratio is just to overwhelming that the loss is to much to handle.
They say those that can swallow their pride, those that can be humble, and those that can control their pride... DESERVE THE PRIDE THEY SWALLOW AND CONTROL! You have every right to wave it everywhere you want to, but do you think you deserve to do so?