A little less ,just a little less ,and grateful. Thankful for finding some peace ,for I'm not that doubtful ,truth is that it has been a downfall , I never cared about those kind of calls ,verily not when I'm all , of what I'am .No, reason would make me feel the cold other than cold ,but this is a phase ,yes that is how it will be called under all the ashes of my beautiful prisoned broken soul, with the unkown dreams that I within hold ,and when love by my heart will pleasure an age of gold ,my pure hate to my hate , and the black dark shadows upon ,the view of myself through other people's eyeballs. This phase of mine , , just a little less by little ,for I have an ngbaka inside ,it is under control.
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