we are miserable beings to write our thoughts to write our writers to convey the pessimism inside of me, of course, to write that suicidal personality inside of us to write in the sun thrown into the brain thrown into the hearts of the bullets are drawn to think that you cry for sadness, but most people nervous misery. It is a little relieving to write this misery. Yes, maybe it could be a torture for those who read the text. But people should see that life is not a dustpie. there is the helplessness of the person who hung herself. when reading the text Sometimes they must feel in space sometimes in the coffin Even if you are trapped in your mind Even if you are trapped in the paper Do not give up Do not give up Do not just pour in the paper and face the real you with the devil Imagine to die while laughing Write a bullet to your brain every row
