My life is a complex one, i live with my mom in our complex life, my dad isnt around much hes in and out. My mother is my world, my light, my sunlight, my everything. If my mom is not here i will die, for i will have no light, no sunlight, no purpose.

Trust is like a piece of paper, once its cut, it can never be fixed, its like a piece of paper sack, it can blow away and never be found.