I should have been dead twice over by... Robin Walz

I should have been dead twice over by now. Life has kicked me in the face again and again. And yet, I am here and I keep smiling. The pain I feel, is my own. The rain I feel, I feel on my own skin. The cold winter air I suck in with each breath, enters my own lungs. I am still myself and every single moment I live is more precious than any fortune in the world. What would I gain from inducing chemical highs if every moment I live in consciousness is another victory?