it has only been 17 years, and i am counting to the 18th one, but my life seems like it has been there forever. A journey not to be forgetten, seeing dead bodies everywhere, people crying, bodies and houses burning. Hearing sreams, insults and guns firing everywhere, all that i have done is to care more about the lifes of peple i dont know, and forgetting about my life. My life is one i would love to care about, for it lacks a room of happiness
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC
it has only been 17 years, and i am counting to the 18th one, but my life seems like it has been there forever. A journey not to be forgetten, seeing dead bodies everywhere, people crying, bodies and houses burning. Hearing sreams, insults and guns firing everywhere, all that i have done is to care more about the lifes of peple i dont know, and forgetting about my life. My life is one i would love to care about, for it lacks a room of happiness
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