14 February 2012
Hold on, the words keeping ringing threw my head, as my face grows pale my lip quivers and my palms get sweaty, all the demons pull me back and there strength feels so great, but then a hand reaches down to me lifting me up i brush off all the doubts, times will get rough and you are goin to fall but it only takes one good to wash away the bad.
Hold On • Opuss № I