Do you know the boy who is crying? I tend to him. Do you know the girl who's family tore her apart? I tend to her. Do you know the boy who fights for a life? Do you know the girl who fights for a life? Do you know the people who are fighting for a life? No because the hide it so the well. The girl who loves nightcore and singing had a tumor. The boy who is really happy is dying inside. The girl who is crying and you laugh at her, her parents don't love her. All theese people have a group of people from all across the world, if you took my advice in the last chapter then you know how theese people feel. That girl that i talked about she has fled I will find her though. For I know everyone who is fighting for a life. I know the signs I know the looks people give you of being in the corner. Of not stepping up . Of being content to be silent. I know what that's like. I know,people who are struggling, I was struggling. Don't you understand all of us are. Just. People. All we can do is try. All we have to do is try. Try to fight for a life. A life that is ours. A life that has a purpose, a life that takes courage a life where you have to take risks. A life where a girl is watching you as you struggle, yet not watching you. She sees you in public looking as others ignore the girl crying carrying on. The people who help that girl or boy as they fall showing them love they have never known. One time I was that women helping a child who was breaking, still trying to help her. Imagine that someone you hold dear is not who they say they are, that they can see people. People who are breaking while you ignore them like a piece of rock stuck in your shoe you can't see. See them open you,eyes, because we are all people we can only try, and fight. For a life that isn't ours or maybe it is. Keep fighting we know you are there. Everyone does, even those that are too ignorant to see it.