Isn't it scary that a person you pass could have already died. But you can't see the scars that they hide because they think better to keep them inside. It's become much more than just a chip on their shoulder, to us its a pebble but to them it's a boulder. They drew their last breath for sure that their sentence was final, but they lived again this time with scratches laid on vinyl. Now time distorted a life unkempt a promise newly discovered, this life we live is quite important and there truly is no other.