what is love dear reader i must be certain you know it more or less than me what's important bout killing yourself is it that you don't value your life?.
will you must do.
you can't just make a from a flowers a rock or exchange between those two things my love to reading bring me to you and you ..dear who know himself yet not know that there's someone who care for you love even go far live for you.
i write my dairy in prison day one and no visitors only me and rats under bed causing me a state of a monk i was cleaning my mouth when one jump on me only i thought myself a poet.
rats stupid rats