He only wants to be normal, but the world is so cruel.
He prefers being alone at his room, listening Oasis's music, thinking about his consequences, reading old books, drawing a life that he can't find in this real world.
He's the last day. He tries to get up when the night is in his own inside.
He tries not to worry while all of the stars are fading away. He takes what he need, and he's on his way, but he can't stop crying his heart out.
He thinks twice, because he was wrong once.
He starts a fire without a flame.
But, don't worry.
It was just my imagination.
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