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Respected sir, if you ever want to betray me or leave me, I will have to tie you to a chair and start by cutting your flesh. Do you think you can leave me alone with this dirty game that you started? You can, but you will have to endure having your bones broken, your eyes gouged out, each of your fingers cut off, your flesh dissolved in acid, and your heart eaten by me.

I think about you? Yes, every second, every minute, every hour, every day!

Do you love me? So give me hope to continue living Give me hope so I can stand on my feet Give me hope so I can laugh Give me hope so I don't hate everything Please be good to me If you love me Help me Love me Love me I need your love and attention I need you I need you to be by my side I need to kiss your lips and hold you in my arms But I have no hope for life So give me hope so we can live together

I am disappointed again. Disappointed in life, family, love, future, dreams, goals, happiness again, good feelings, everything. Maybe eternal sleep will cure my pain. Maybe death can give me peace.

Oh, to leave this city and its toxic people and move to somewhere no one knows me.

Here, no one is himself, everyone has a hollow mask that they just want to look popular, and no one is their true character, they just look good and kind.

I wish I could lend my life to a child. I, who have worn out this body, am tired of logical decisions, tired of living wisely. I want to go make a mistake and fall to the ground and draw on the floor with the blood on my knees. I am tired of my pencils. I don't think that child will draw with his own blood after falling. He will do something that doesn't require thinking. He will cry and scream, but at least the ground will remain clean of the blood inside his mind. What is this method? Why should a person scream, draw, write with his hands? After all, have they tied your tongue?

Even if I lost everything, I’d still close my eyes and play that song, without caring the slightest about the story behind it.