Explain me, don't try to make me wake up. I know a lot of people asks me all the time stupid questions about me, my life, my internal world... But, I don't wanna see anyone. I don't wanna see nobody. Why? 'Cause I know I'm a question mark to this world.

Yes, a question mark, a f*ckin' question mark, everybody ask themselves why I'm alive, why I'm here, and why I'm not dead. Maybe it's the littlest trouble. I'm tired of being a question mark. A boy who anyone cares.

...And, the day I'll cry in the f*ckin' chapel, the light of the Lord will envolve me and will take me out of this universe.

Image, physical appearance, (lots of) money, cars, luxury clothes... That's a lot of bullshit. Yeah, everybody loves it. Me too, but... The people who centers their lives on it... S*cks!

I won't be a question mark all my lifetime. I know it.

By the way... I understand you Mr. SH

Take care;

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