If indeed for me there are brighter days I promise to hold on. Push a little further since I’ve come this far. Every inch gained feels like a yard. It feels like the killing fields, I tell you its hard. When I feel like I cant possibly hold myself together is when I must demonstrate that I will not fall apart. Call it virtue, call it courage I call it heart. This will be perpetual tonight ends tomorrow it starts

– Jose Serrano



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I write from the depths of my heart. Fathoms beneath the surface I speak with a voice so powerful it can move an unstoppable force and halt an unmovable object. Hope you enjoy reading.

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