I Write To Save Someone's

The Only Truth Is That I Live. Sincerely, I Live. Who Am I? Well, That's A Bit Much.

Do You Ever Suddenly Find It Strange To Be Yourself?

I Just Know That I Don't Want Cheating. I Refuse. I Deepened Myself But I Don't Believe In Myself Because My Thought Is Invented.

In The World There Exists No Aesthetic Plane, Not Even The Aesthetic Plane Of Goodness.

I, Who Called Love My Hope For Love.