This is a story that nobody wants to listen. They say rants when two people love each other, they should form their own family... but what happens when they stop loving each other? What happens to the "fruit" of their love? I know they answer... they discard it... throw it away like if it don't matter. As if they didn't care about it. Like they just didn't care about me... but they don't feel sorry. I got used to it. I got used to the feeling that no cares. That's why I don't believe in anything... I don't believe is life... I don't believe in love... I don't believe in dreams... I don't believe in the future... I believe in what I see, what I hear, what I am... nothing... I am nothing but strong... I am not going to collapse ...