A little boy that stole my heart. The first Time I saw him he was standing my the orphanage gate dirty. My first thought was to go hug him. He was around 5 years old, but the age in his eyes said otherwise. They said he had lived a life that no 5 year old Child of the King should have to live. I went over and picked him up. He just looked at me. So I asked him his name. Then and only then did he smile.

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Its like fighting a never ending battle. Its like fighting a battle with a toothpick as a weapon. Its the worst kind of battle. The one where there are mass casualties on both sides. Being depressed and anxiety ridden. It affects everyone around you. To describe what it feels like. Screaming but no one can hear you. Having demons in your mind. You can never get away.