Life is not your gift. It took all of your that you'd be more beautiful. It is a fun games. Who made your most unfortunate. It tells you master your destiny. But in your story do you ever written your end. E it gives and takes. As if nothing had ever existed before. You had your eyes to watch and cry. Everyone will tell you that it is going. Just to see you on track. But you know and in your head. You think mostly the opposite. Nobody can understand you. That for you this time stopped long ago.