You Were My Home, Mother. I Had

When You Started Thinking It Was Easy, You Were Forgetting What It Cost.

It Was Only Natural To Want To Destroy Something You Could Never Have.

In Our Exterior Life, We Can Be Only One Person. But In Our Imagination, We Can Be Anyone, Anywhere.

Without My Wounds, Who Was I? My Scars Were My Face, My Past Was My Life.

What Is Real Is Always Worth It.