Lonelyness 3.2
We were talking. Then I said:

I don't want to remember my past life. I want to start something new. Please! Wash away with your voice all the traces of the people that found little value in me in the past! Put the pieces of my broken heart together with the touch of your hands. Any word that you whisper will be magic to me. I've been dead till now, but your love could raise me.

[izdomāts]