I dont know what i must to think, what i must to feel, what i must to write.

When you walking slowly on my head, carrying a box full of happiness memory, then you throw the memory one by one, bit by bit.

I just can take a deep breath, exhaled it, stroking my chest, and say:

“Not me.., not me.., not me..”

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