A Half-Crippled Fallen Young Lord

I lost my original life.

It was a story from almost 20 years ago.

I lost the relationships I thought would connect me for the rest of my life.

It was a story from last summer.

I lost my identity, which I thought I would protect my whole life.

It was a story from last fall.

And now he has lost both legs.

This is the story of yesterday.

Now there’s only one thing left for me.

revenge.

The guy who made me like this.

kill. certainly.