I'm moving forward. I would like to take a piece of this cake of war. Mine name ist... I truly can't remember my name. It doesn't matter at all, as I think and as I see it. Would you like to know anything about me? Go-go, come here. I'll tell you one story фищге a girl who wanted to fly and than decided to fight. Or something like that. I still have a lot of things with me and inside me. My dreams didn't just came true. They are still nearby, holding my hand. If you think that it is stupid - just fuck off. Now I am strong enough to scream and to talk ещ myself. To tell people something they don't want to know. And I can't say that anyone has given me all these possibilities. Only me, I've given them to myself to move forward. Only me, I know what I want to see. Not in a mirror. Won't believe them if I want to look in the eyes and see something inside. Am I...I am me.