Just Another Lost Soul

When do you break? Is it when you wake up without any memory at all? Or is it when your hands know how to assemble a gun in less than four seconds? Maybe it should be the fact that I'm not scared; I'm excited-no I'm thrilled. I thirst for action and want to fight. My fingers itch to pull the trigger to that gun. I thought I was lost, until he found me. FRED/OC LUNA/OC