artificial prosthetic hands are sympathetic but i'll put and end to this i can't keep fighting, do i have to keep fighting stop breathing it's not the same because i was just a kid it does not do well to dwell on dreams acceptance takes you further than you ever thought you'd go when you chase the ghosts of things that could have been like a father who was never there at all i was a boy now i'm a plane but i can't keep this holding pattern anymore