I'm high. In the fictional tower. I've been studying it for years. To the top. Not your "sorry" heals me. And it's me makes me build! I was getting excuses for bricks ... (Runaway in the middle). And every moment I expect it to collapse. And I, the high to fall. I feel the pain. I know well what is weightlessness before a collision. And not for the first time I scatter ... You can not catch me. It's too late!
