Victory or bust

There is no choice. I will win. The road will be rough the pain will be more than i ever expeiernced before. But with your memory i will get through, i will win. How can i not? Even if it comes down to the loss of my hair, nails and some skin I WILL WIN! Just like your body, if you work it hard enough it has no choice to change, the same goes for this. With your help, and what love you can offer me i will win. Although without it, why do i fight? Would it be in the vain hopes that someday we will love? But even i see that as a falsay. Hope is the denial of reality, but how could one not come to see it? If the feeling of worthlessness was rampant before, after i might not have enough to go on with out you, in any shape or form. I still need you...