Alas, to he who has a lot of snags like a thousand mountains over his shoulder, Alas, to he who remains the one and has a snakes inside all the border,
The advantages have been changed to become disadvantages and who cares it was always going upside down... and whatever we do it will always remains incomplete in the eye of the beholder.
I just wants to know why all this happening to me... The cutter of the pain makes me unable to be stronger,
All doors are closed, knocking everywhere, hoping to hold on for much longer.
