Baskadia

Dearest, self

You’ve far accomplished nothing, but I’m proud of you.

“Don’t give up” you’ve always told yourself that.

But can’t you? Or can you?

There’s not much of a choice

It’s only to stay or to run

They won’t give you a chance to run away

A chance to choose yourself

However, please, hold on for a little longer.

The fight isn’t over yet

So don’t lose in a fight where you ain’t even fighting.

Go fight for your life, little one.