A battle, against my own self.
Who would've thought. That I couldn't accept my past.
What is it? What about it that I want to stay away from it?
Why, oh my past self, what did you do?
You know...I did nothing.
That's the problem.
I can't accept myself. For not being someone.
For being lost right now.
Because now, I've lost who I was before.
People said to emerge from a battle with victory, you need to lose everything first.
Well, now you're happy huh?
That I'm no longer my previous self.
That now, I'm no one.
Who am I?
Trying so hard to make a dent in this world.
It's you, against the whole world.
It's you. Alone.
With God.