I have all these voices in my head, but yours… it’s the only one I can’t live without.
In the end, we’ll all be judged by the courage of our hearts.
All beauty is temporary. Decay and death haunt every breath we take.
Who am I? I guess who I am is exactly the same as who you are. Not better than. Not less than. Because there is no one who has been or will ever be exactly the same as either you or me.