You.

You have been through a lot, just like I have.

You have being through deserts and storms, just like I have.

And now you are asking if it's worth even to try. And I, when reached that point, did it as well.

But the most beautiful roses, always have thorns, behind a beautiful lie there is always an ugly truth. 

I know it clearly enough, I feel it deep enough. It can take you high, up to the sky, or smash you bash you straight to the ground.

I know how it feel to fail, but, your succes means my happiness, your sadness means my failure, and succes is my only option, failure is not.

I know you, and I know for what you fight. 

I know it very well, because I am yourself.