20 and 2 years old
when i was a child, their never ask me whats wrong with my self. like flower with the gas inside, i can bloom whenever its come. they ask me, its okay, whats wrong just for one scoop of ice cream 20 its become disaster. im a disaster with the knife in my right hand. the right who always got special hearti from all the people the right who actually give me a scare in the left hand. the left hand. the left, who always bad in our eyes. become a kid. with suciede thought. its easy, because we not really afraid with the end of the life. she, he, with numb face. got the beats, and click the shutdown. good bye, i died