Maybe nobody cares
Maybe even my own.
just know that even if a bit late, I finally realized di
I write rarely, but I do.
Perhaps not as good as I wish, in fact I think that not even
But it did serve some time for it, have it out
I did well and kept on doing it because someone was there
Waiting for me, so to
And I kept doing it, motivated by that person
wrote for that person, for her, she
But suddenly that person is gone, disappeared and never heard from her and forget everything
Decai stop writing
But then something happened my life and I had to write again if he wanted to stay alive
Angry with all against all, use my