i want to forgive him. maybe i want to so badly that i already have.
he was a little boy. i saw him cry like one more than once.
the violence was put in him and he didn't know how to water the other parts of his life without also watering the violence and so it grew up as a weed among the flowers.
don't front just cuz things r going yr way: deep down u know that no one deserves anything that happens to them in this world, whether good or bad.
all we can do is tend our garden the best we can.