It takes alot to feel the pain as you desperately hold on to the last dregs of hope. Even hard to also shove forward one step at a time with hope held close to your chest. Pushing through, hoping you make it to the otherside.

Let's push together, so with numbers behind us, we still might make it.

The Earth weeps.
Her people are ripped apart from each other.

Disbelief turns to fear.
Fear turns to anger.
Anger turns to sadness.
Then? Hope starts to die off.
One.
By.
One.

Today's pain is worse than others, and I feel it.

Told you it was different when it came back up.