#33 Instagram post #385

"When I started to lose control over myself and steer away from the right path. When sane was just for saint and I was not but a sinner. And hand cuffed, clawing for a way out while gasping for fresh air out of air filled with unforgiven. When finger was happily tickling trigger and heart was begging for the end of desperation. She was fiercely heroic, encouraging me, cleansing all the evil and helped me get off of my knees so I could start to shake the ground again. There is no one like her."