He inherited me his coldness.
I am as cold as him .. and maybe more.
I used to think being cold is good but I was wrong. I was absolutely wrong. Why?
I hear that someone is ill and I don’t react.
I know that someone is dead and I don’t even blink.
You think I am happy for that? I am not.
Because .. because this is not N.O.R.M.A.L!
This is not human.
I don’t want to look like a human an feel like a dead piece of wood! It hurts.