Literature
In Loving Memory
Life is delicate. The slightest thing can overthrow it's balance, or extinguish it completely.
Life is precious. Yet there are those who do not want it. There are those who just let go of everything, as soon as things take a turn for the worse. But why? Why not hold on and think, "Perhaps things will get better?" I do not understand. There are those who give up. The ones who let their pain, their sadness, or their anger, they let it take them. Some simply cannot hold on, but it is not their fault that they were just far to tired and weak to hold on...
And there are those who fight. The ones who will hold onto life with everything they've go