Texty: Lock And Key. Process Of Molting.

I don't know who you are I only know who you were. We have changed. What we had, will always be there. At least in memory. We have a choice, we can let it run us into ground. Or pick up and start again. I choose to stand stronger and learn from my mistakes. Live for the moments when I can release. For me its therapy. If you ever need it you'll have a friend in me. A friend in me