I was fighting yet losing many Wars, Intertwining and Suffering underneath deep Scars, Laughing with no joy and no cause, Crying for no purpose, no reason, nor any loss, Apathy spreading its wings around me — like a cloak of darkness — binding me to its chains, Even now when I think about it, I gasp, my muscles convulsing with the memory of blinding pains, But then I see you and it's like watching a dazzeling, brilliant star, It's like watching the clouds disperse, like feeling the warmth of the sun, like watching something that should not be — words will never justify the feelings inside of me. Feeling myself waking, Feeling the chains finally shaking, I don't know how to describe this feeling — something new, something wonderful, something terrible — feeling my skin pealing ... Whether I live or I die, at least I've known this feeling, whether you spurn this or adore this, at least I know that you've read this, whether you curse me or you love me, at least I know that you've seen me.