The separation of the distance between us becomes a wall
The anger if it is compromised by the self -harm
We made a living together, we threw a love table Tiki and simply, we cried out. Puddy, Pride in your existence This my hands are you, you conquer and I am captured Crying My Crying If you are meant to be, the housing is your feverish soul This is my tears and my eyes to see my prides death.
