I have a beautiful collection of knifes but not mine.these are deposit belongs to those who forgot in my back

She is not with me this grief is not bigger then this relax that she is with her choice

When you betray someone, First you betray to yourself who speak somewhere inside you that you are good human

if you wanted to see me dead,you would whisper and i could kill self for you happiness it was a small thing but you made yourself corrupt for very small thing