No one understood as she went from top to bottom. No one wanted to understand.

Almost there. Almost to the blind secrets that lay limply in the past, trying
to hide.

In the dream she had a gun pushed up inside of her: impossible region.

This world of hers makes no sense, and the light of her soul is so bright it
is audible.

Every two lines costs you a year of your life. He signed the contract and the
pact was done.

Everything must fit well, and naturally in small spaces. Life is short, and
so is little patience.

Where do we get our strength today?