Italiansdoitbetter mga kuwento

As i dive in without my wings, at the speed of light I'm falling to my end. "Black Bird, why do you like perfection?" I kept questioning myself. Had it not been for this obsession to have great things and be perfect I would be in Brazil in my home town De Janeiro, not this university in America. "Why do you wanna fly?" Now I hope I rise as the feelings escape from me. I've been broken for so long, I just don't know how to fix something that started off broken? How can fix anything when there is only one second 'til I run out of time? I have to find my missing love note, but is college the right place?