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To me, this picture is so much more than a hand or a fist. It’s a symbol.  Many of you don’t know, but I’ve had such a terrible few months. Possible this last year and a half? Yea. It was bad. 

Anyway, to me, this picture means to keep holding on.  I may have to cut a lot of things from my life, but if I’m not using these things I’m holding onto, couldn’t I consider this dead weight? I think so. I like to believe I have at least one person in my life that I can completely rely on for anything. He’s been such a great friend and he’s helped me through a lot of things. It’s the simplest things that I’m grateful for him for. He simply listens to me when I need to talk. He doesn’t always try to offer advice, and that’s fine, because I have to do this. But he won’t hesitate to tell me when I’m wrong or to tell me how I should go about doing something.  You could call him my best friend, but I call him my Brobro.