Pucha Oni

It seemed to me that she left my life and went into someone else. And there she gives love , without which I suffocate, I'm about to stop living . Egoism of love .

When you're alone, your strange behavior doesn't seem strange at all.

Still, in every adult man, until the dilapidated years, the same boy sits. But in almost every little girl, a cunning adult woman is already ready.

I deal with other people's problems, and I collect my own.