[All My Words - Mark Millson🎶]
With my personality that escaped from the ugly feeling I encountered on the full moon of a beautiful night and my heart that could not betray you, I was dragged into an endless fire. It was morning. Moreover, we were not dead yet. We both had to deal with our still unforgettable feelings. The sun had risen. Moreover, I had just lost myself. Do not be fooled by the bleeding wound this time. It will close, of course, it will hold stitches one day. It will forget it, it will swallow memories. I was swallowed, stuck, and forgotten. But was I gripped by the mass that formed in my bosom or was I swallowed by ruthlessness? Maybe I was forgotten the day I was born. I did not know.
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