SUMMARY

They say that our greatest weakness lies on giving up, and that it is better to cry, scream, stomp your feet, and shout to relieve your stress. They say that it's easier to go to bed, wake up from a brand new day, and pick yourself back up again as if the next day would be better.

However, that's entirely easier said than done. 

Between the brink of life and death, would you really find it utterly hard yet amazing, to give up something that seemed to be the easiest thing in the world to do and hold your head up high, especially when you feel alone -- in solitude, even?