Everything needs to change ... Failed operations are leaving thousands of dreams unfulfilled, the systems that leave more dead than the war itself seems qe patrols were established, with people psyched to destroy dreams. In this town there is nobody left with happiness to the surface. It is as if the cotton absorb the happiness now, with the touch of your skin.
Your face is the mark of pain, which caused one man he had brought us together. And so, are matters of life, a simple, good things in the future.