My life is simple. Music. Studies. Art. That's all it was all about before. Not until he found me. My simple life changed into a beautiful melody full of harmony. He saved my bored routine and turns it into a surreal art. He was my home. He was my everything. He was mine. But I was wrong. I was wrong all along. He didn't found me. THEY found me. My harmonious melody turned into a desperate scream. My surreal art turned into an abstract. I was so mad. So madly mad. He turned my bored self into a person full of interest and curiosity, but they turned me into a person full of despise. Then I caught my self. I was singing his song again. But I couldn't stop myself anymore. So I just gave up. What would it be without him anyway. This heart, it beats for only him.