Neoxian life

Do not you know, sentence by sentence that comes out of your mouth which of course about my actions that you think of as my badness that may have long been buried in my heart each of which I'm hearing with solemnity.

At first, my heart was hot, my anger gathered quickly as if it had reached the crown and ready to explode. I want to walk in your direction, then pour a glass of water into your face. But it turns out my legs are stiff, I can only stand in awe and wonder about what really happened.

One by one of you at least reveals an incident with me in the past that was so imprinted on your memories, as well as hurt your hearts. I also returned to that period, remembering what I had done.