No, I’m not angry Harry, I know you, who you really are, I know the Harry that helps his single
mother preparing dinner or the Harry who was on my side when I was on that hospital room even when
wore on a break. I know your thoughts even the deepest ones, so I know it isn’t your fault or at least not
entire, but ( that cursed word), I don’t know the Harry you are when u are with gale and your stupid gang,
u didn’t know how to choose better friends did you? Or u just felt like you needed them to survive college
or you just chose them because they make you feel better with yourself. That thing, I just don’t know, it’s
to much for me to understand. I only know that I really hate the mask you use when your not alone.
I guess your heart is better than your head. Sad. I just wish u were a better man. I wonder we’ll become if
you were a better man like you are in your heart.

It is autumn, the springtime of death, rain spattered the rotting leaves and a wild wind wailed death is
singing and I am listening, death was happy to be alive and me, happy to see for the last time.
This quick moment we called live It was unreal because I never lived like the others, alright, maybe at
some point I kinda did, but I always look for life in the depths, it was my home since Katty go, and I felt
safe. It was that . When I come to the surface for pleasure. I didn’t live. I only lived in passion, pain,
depths, darkness. And that take me to this final step, I tried to breathe above of the deep ocean of darkness
but I guess it wasn’t for me. What called a reason for living is also also a excellent reason for dying. And
my reason was you Harry.
And here I am. A bundle of sadness past and future dreams that would never going to happen, but I guess
it was just life.