When people fight, no one wins. Everyone loses somthing. Some lose more than others.
My trapped soul yearns for a fight. A fight that could prove it's worth. It wants to prove it's strength to everyone. It wants people to depend upon it. It wants people to respect it's strength and to look to itself for comfort.
My dieing body yearns to help others. It wants to make others as happy as it can. Be it something as simple as a smile, a hug, a kiss, or a wave. What ever is needed I will supply it.
My mind wishes to teach others. It wants others to learn from it's mistakes so they don't have to feel the loss it has. It want's to tell others the things that make them happy. It dosn't ever want to harm others.
My life wishes to live for others, but will die for the few that matter. I may be annoying, I may be mean, I may be cruel and I might not be nice all the times. But to those who who matter. I will always, no matter how mad I am, no matter how angry I get... I will aways be here to help you.
My greatest loves in my life... they know who they are... I will always protect you.
Leonite Cross Community Member 
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this just proves it.