at some point you look just like this tree!.
broken and withered!.
And then I have to make me worry about you again!.
But then I have no more relish it!. that makes me break freelance.
you realize it really like to do. how you make me ready?. I should hate you but I do not do it for her sake! ..:D
This text is addressed to someone I may not do.
so now I'm finished. -.-''