I didn't mentioned how much my gastric circuit is killing me since long time. Did I?
You know. My instinct amazes me more and more, cause of it's will. This will of die is getting bigger.
They cut my wings out, and now I'm just a man. You know...it's hard...cause I really need to protect someone.
I need, really need a new friend with a ear to lend. I have a lot to say. A lot to give, and to love.
It's getting harder to be ME.
Im really sorry if my instinct trample me, and i go back to there.
Smell me, it's like a Absynthe. I smells good, promise you.
None can understand what that scarttoo means.