Because I don’t want it

The person who shot it, shot it

After wanting it

The one who shot

It was shot

 

What am I doing wrong?

Stop looking for solutions

Some of them

Since entering

At some point

I already had plans to leave

 

No matter how much I hang on

It will be released

Even if I did nothing wrong

If there is none, I will find it and leave it.

 

The little boxes… beautiful.

 

Never again

The beginning that they are cruel

Not in the camp.

If you throw it away

I will say the words that I am crying with strength.

 

If you don’t care

I’ll give you an excuse for not caring… if you care

With the word that it is restricting everywhere…

I’m going to talk about the moon.

 

Like this…

Some people

Find no guilt

I left it. 😔😔