We live in this world: we believe in love to the grave ... in the fact that people change, and time heals. We say that we are looking for “the one with whom forever ... long and happy”, but in fact, we need just one more reason for pity. We say to ourselves and to others, “I’ve changed.” And someone like me would smile, "You just changed the mask." No, I'm not better than the others . I make the same mistakes as billions of people before me. For example, I do not listen to other people’s advice ... “If I am not strong, I will be bent, put on my knees,” I said . “If you can’t bend down, you’ll be broken,” they said to me. Life has taught me to pretend . Death has taught us to be ourselves, not to be revealed to others. After all, the rest of the world has absolutely nothing to know what is happening under the mask of white porcelain .. Under the mask of a doll, with frozen indifference and a painted smile