A silent, man, being exposed to earth,ncreates, a social gun, full of hatenloaded, with text, and unpercented numbersnand this, dialog box has displayed two wordsninfront of the mirror,nDid you forget? Oh, this was it, FUCK YOU!nnEverytime you close the download,nyou minimize the screen for the others.nThey can't see what happened,nthey can't see what happened now!nnHis silence, has flown with the wind,nvanished with a sign of nothingnThe lighthouse aims the direction for him to go,nhe hopes it doesn't burn out and feeds,nhim the wordsnAnd those words were? Oh yeah, FUCK YOU!nnEverytime you close the download,nyou minimize the screen for the others.nThey can't see what happened,nthey can't see what happened now!nnWhy is he trying?nWhy is he trying?nWhy is that he trys to be the one ahead?nnWhat can he do now?nWhat can fate re-create?nThe vision, of his past self, the life thats been downnnThe dialog box, that warps other's mindsnis the one that passed by hisnnot fixing the life he had in the pastnand second-hand notices, brought and deliverednby a vehicle of time,nand for that he now, made the desicion of deathnnEverytime you close the download,nyou minimize the screen for the others.nThey can't see what happened,nthey can't see what happened now!nnPulled the trigger that stopped the life,nof his own body, his own self!nThe fire-arm of his choice, saw the image of rednwhen he lay on the ground,nsmothered in dead,ncreation of himself, and no where to vanish, back on...