when you see someone, you cry. you cried with me. thank you. that's nice. but i need, you. i always did, you. you, remember? the days of ecstasy, filled with purity, when they laughed, instead of cried? when someone thought of suicide, and I stayed by her side, instead of you, who faked it, and tried to commit matricide:?
i brought them back, boy! I hate him. I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him, I hate people who steal. I am not a thief, and I am not one person, I am a lot of people I am a person of God