This article commemorates my dying youth and may find someone who can resonate with it.
I am not complaining for nothing, no one likes to live unhappy, what I have experienced. You cannot think of it. I once thought about relief and revenge, but I couldn't do it, yes. I am so weak that I am so weak that I have to beg someone who doesn't love me to stay by my side day after day. So you told me to be strong. So stay strong like that. Forgetting each other but not loving each other. You and I are each other's mirrors. I am a woman and you are a man! I use my changes in exchange for the happiness in my imagination, and you use your numb joy to find the last trace of warmth. We are parallel lines. Glide together. Never intersect. We are nothing.
