you cannot save him. he will always die. you cannot save him. he will always die. you cannot save him. he will always die. you cannot save him. he will always die. you cannot save him. he will always die. ( but i have to try. )
Looking back, secondary school was full of people with incredible potential. Some were brilliant academically, some could make an entire classroom laugh, others were naturally witty, outspoken, fearless or exceptionally creative. There was so much raw talent around us.
when you split me and my brother in the womb, you did not divide us evenly. he got kindness, and i got longing. he got complacence, and i got ambition. i want to kill him sometimes. i think sometimes he wants to die.