Not to give up. Man. Took me two times to get it but made it. I'm posting this transferred from old fashioned word. I know who made me sick, I know the power I up against and it's what's not wanting me here. Causing the trouble I'm having with being here.
Like the White Tiger who lost it's color because it dared look upon the face of unknown, and was given it's royalty for saken as it was. I will be that Beast. I will wear the sacred stone gold today, to dare the unknown to be with me.
I count again the numbered days I have and one of them is my birth. Oddly enough this is when the demon will make an exodus from me. That's counting the minion's tools with me that he gave back to me.
In layman's sense I have as many smokes left that, surprisingly, run out on my birthday. Coincidence?
I see more than that, so I prepare to suffer, but it's just a body thing. I can handle the body, I can't handle the demons and that. So I just ask for a simple word of faith.
That's all I need. My faith will prevail. With yours and mine, together in heart, at heart, the smoking demon will hopefully go, poof! It's the only one left you know, there's none other.
