We are all as we were made nothing more and nothing less.
However there are those that have pieces missing, crucial pieces.
What do you say to a person who is made without hope?
Or to someone without the drive to live?
What can you say?
Would you lie to them and tell them everything will be fine or
would you tell them the truth?
Can you be cold when the time comes or
will you do what you think will make others happy?
In life there are 3 kinds of people:
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem