It beats.

And it aches, for the ones who fought to see the light, for the ones who fought, for the ones who struggled, for the ones who tried.

It aches, for the mother who gave life, only to witness it slipped away too soon, for the lover for whom the vows lost their place, for the children- precious children- I can't go on

2 miles apart, I barely know you. In fact, I didn't at all. I wish I still didn't. If this didn't happen, I wouldn't, would I? I wish I didn't. Not in the way I know now. It is too harsh, too unexpected, too like the sudden storm, I detest them all - the beasts who thought extinguishing a flame which another has lighted with affection was justifiable, and the monsters who shamelessly claim your glory for themselves. Utterly disgraceful, and conceited.

I can't read it.