You're growing up, you're a school full of people. People prefer to be friends. You talked, you laughed, you cried. You are part of the feelings and the games. Then it makes sense to write. It was a private tourism. Your speech was too much but inadequate; It was the best I could do with a language, but my understanding was inadequate for me. It writes about the words you wrote. Tell yourself again today. Meninebin had sheltered behind him, his feelings and memories were kept fresh for life ... This will always be in his hands. Nobody can understand you, I will grow up, you will be friends with newspapers.