could not be more exciting
A story about death, guilt and responsibility
They were overwhelmed, abused, and quarreled endlessly. Why wasn't it because of me. The hands kept turning and time was running out. I don't know what to say, I want to say a lot, so what? What can I save? What can I support? I'm a writer, so what? Mom says she doesn't understand me, she loves me and I don't know what to do, I don't know what to say,
There's not much time anyway
In the face of this family, I don't say much, I always respond with a smile
never mind
just La Fin Du Monde
Just the end of the world.
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