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I cannot be a villain, cannot be a saint. I do wrong, but I'm not a bad person. Why can't I be the villain? Like in fiction, one dimentional character?  Why remorse? But if you change for the better, are you still You? After all those changes how much Me in me is left?

I will be talking to the sky, I will be talking to the trees and I will be talking to the mirrors for there is this one who was and always will be my inspiration the one hidden in my creations and if she writes letters I feel like I can/should/will this little poetic poorly written but honest confessions in a foreign language because it forces me to put things simpler and there it is - me there is something deeply wrong something thretening I can not stand my own skin my bones hurts they try to crowl out of my body I can not do anything but want everything and there is too much love in this little head of mine