The girl's tragic purpose

Tell myself? No.

To tell my friend? No.

Tell my family? No.

Tell me around? No.

Tell me about my love? No.

I like to be free Fly like a free bird

I have a goal for my future.

I hate love Because it prevents all things love and feelings of a human being

I don't like my emotions to obstruct my goal

One day myself alone and with my own effort I reach my goal

Because i daughter all think I can't handle everything

But girls all prove that we can