Therefore, you might end up, like be dead, with still having that notion of 'not giving up' in your mind.

In the end, all or nothing will matter.

We own the things that claim that we are theirs.

Halved. That was every time. My laughter was for idiots, for their unjustifiable idiocy and for myself for an unrelenting conviction to them, for that unforgivable instance I leveled myself to them. At that awkward realization knowing I precisely was an idiot too, that was the time when I really began to laugh.