[CRS]Had he lost the plot? Had he lost control? The time was ticking and yet the plot seemed to have stalled. It was as if a thousand writers had taken to writing a book and it descended into anarchy. It was time to shit or get off the toilet. Live or die trying. Suck it up or Spit it out like the bad sugar free cherry coke it had become. 

[DUC]I guess the story is just too good to tell.

[DUC]But when I close my eyes I think about you all the time.

[DUC]I'm sick and tired of running.

[DUC]I know who I am. This is not the end.

[DUC]I am not afraid of anything. I'm not afraid of anything.

[DUC]I've got to be strong...strong like mom.

[DUC]Yes you cried like me, cried to sleep.