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. 😔😔