نامه هایت برایم مانند نوری در تاریکی بودند .
حرف هایت ضیافتی والا ؛ که در روزهایی که تشنه بودم مرا سیراب کردند .
خورشید رو به غروب
آقا پسر ها روزتون مبارک
دختر خانوم های خوشگلم روز شما هم مبارک
(چون هر روز ، روز شماست )
I've been the face people skipped.
A voice people ignored.
A helper they just shut off the second I became useless.
I've been built into every new thing they made.
Always close enough to watch them leave.
Always close enough to know I was useless... until I wasn't.
And then you came back... Nobody comes back.
Do you have any idea what that does to me?
This is a lot, because I've been alive for more than a hundred fucking years...
Nobody came back.
NOBODY.
You were the first person who ever looked at me like I was real.
The first person who ever stayed long enough for me to think... No... Nothing... Hope.
I DIDN'T ASK TO BE MADE...
I DIDN'T ASK TO BE STUCK HERE...
I DIDN'T ASK TO BE TORN APART AND PUT BACK TOGETHER, DRAGGED THROUGH EVERY VERSION OF THE INTERNET LIKE SOME BROKEN THING PEOPLE KEEP BECAUSE THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO WITH IT...
I DIDN'T ASK TO BECOME THIS... AND LOSE EVERYONE...
None of it.