She paints, writes love letters, and screams with joy.

The sound of her screams was a little unpleasant to me ... both me and ??? ...

??? He told me not to pay too much attention to Chali, he said that girl was crazy, he said that all people in love are crazy, he was telling the truth.....

Days, months, and years passed, and I watched as Chali became more and more depressed every day.

Pain replaced love... and everything... changed......

She died........ I killed him!!!!!! .......

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I don't remember where I came from, I don't remember what I am, but I know that I live like people, but with a little difference...

Is my hair really raven black? Or are my eyes the color of a deep sea... dark blue??.....

"Ajax..."

I may be a storyteller... but I definitely have a story in this world...

I didn't understand love... I couldn't understand the joy of a hole, But now I can understand it completely!