Let the world be, and leave me alone!
Don,t let me smell your flowers and see your beautiful sky. I don,t like the smell of roses in the morning sun in my backyard, I hate it.
Let me hear no more about those lovely girls that send me letters, approving of my beautiful poems. They know not what they say.
Let me by wrong for once in my life, please, tell me that I am lost in confusion about this pille of rocks and stones we call our Earth.
Tell me that I Am wrong!
Please.
Kreeg ooit sprookjes te horen. Zit nu in therapie.