will you remember the forgotten attacks taken upon a person when they were alive, someone who put their all into what they did, only to receive nothing but punches--- will you remember the
the mystique held once in this thing that still is desired, fades--- be it a career wanted, dreamed of, sought after with such energy & glory when one was younger, be it an individual whose
s/he works on the cutting edge with eyes pasted to the screen, knowing no limits & no time constraints--- with all the funding one could possibly handle, s/he’s scrunched down in a lab at
some endure this wasteland because they have to, not because they want to--- yes, optimistic idiots, this means that they stick around, that they don’t put the gun in their mouths &
there is an obvious rupture in the relationship that s/he’s trying to preserve--- it showed its face when s/he accepted kindness from someone that s/he secretly found attractive,
