The night 00.49, in the middle of the night, the middle of alonity that press my heart like a cancer. As I know you cannot learn, no no it is not complicated It is just me. It is just my suck life which cover with idiots, of course the pratagonist is me in the idiots.
You never see me. Anyways is it important? does it can finish my falling in love. no no thats is the point the true one is not in us. never perch that feather.
