I believed I had everything. The world took my belief from me.
In the time that I live, every tomorrow is going to be just another today. Just like yesterday was. Every single grain of time is untouched. Falling and burying the memories that no longer haunt me. Memories I wish I had not buried. Memories I wish would haunt me. How much do I have left?
I have nothing. But the world still isn't satisfied.