When i was 5 I always wondered why people had scars on their and I thought it was cool like they fought a grizzly bear it was only when i turned 10 I realized they were only fighting themselves their emotions their grief their their depression like they were hanging by a thread build from a mama spider before it died and was forgotten and your just trying to stay alive but the heavy stone that holds you down leaves you in the dust and makes you the spider who build this home till you give up and rot in the cold dark hole