• He's so far away.
    Kan't he be near?
    I'll always love him.
    He kan't be gone.
    He's with me.
    NOt her.
    No.
    No.
    No.
    No.
    This isn't happening.
    Leave him alone.
    He's mine.
    Kant he see?
    Mine.
    Kant she see?
    Mine.
    He's away.
    He left.
    There's no time anymore.
    I ran out.
    Gone.
    Gone.
    Gone.
    Gone.
    Now one question remains,
    Who did I write this about..?
    I dont know.
    My heart just started writing.
    Why don't I know?
    How kan i NOT know?
    Is something wrong with me?
    Yes.
    That's it.
    Something's wrong with me.
    Or Maybe this is a dream.
    Yes.
    That's it.
    It's a dream.
    No.
    If it was a dream
    I'd be able to escape.
    Help.
    Yes.
    Help.
    No.
    Don't.
    Help.
    Don't.
    Don't.
    Wait yes.
    Why did i write that.
    Help.
    Why kant i escape?
    Why do I feel sad.
    When i don't know the reason
    Why do I feel left out?
    Why kan't I escape?
    He did.
    Why kant i?
    Wait.
    Who did?
    Who?
    He left.
    Gone.
    So why Kant i ?