My life was full of hate. I was not in life, but in a small pot. Just hate, hate, hate! It took two young people to grab me and throw me back into everything.
Yes, I was only in a little pot of mathematics and hate. And they threw me back into the world. I remembered things, like I could play the mandolin, that I had a brother, that I was human.
2 people, 2 times my size, that is 4 times me. And half my age.
love is not life, it is life