I stole your privacy.
and I drank all your milk =D
There’s something inside me. I’m not really sure about it.It could be anything, but nothing.I know that we tend to exaggerate,but I’m quite sure that this timeI found something different,at least different from the restof what my restless life had respiredbefore. If, at least, I could remembersomething that happened before.There’s no one else, but youand there’s no you, but me,not me, but someone else…Who could say it surely???