I can leave. I can forgive. I can forget.
I'm nothing but dust. The dust of a star.
I dont't stay anywhere. I burn.
I leave memories. I'm always the part of someone's life.
No one is a part of my life.
Regarding the fact of the rapidly changing world, I started to appreciate moments.

Everything is just fake. I never get odd numbers in this wierd game.
However, I have myself.

Drugs once have killed me already. I resurected.
For some unknown reason, I decided to coe back.

Conclusion:
Cry. Laugh. Fuck. Die. Love.
You're just shit. Nothing but shit.
The same as everyone.