Holy God, I ask you on my knees, that the moon does not go away, that it lights up the night, to this heart, deluded, sometimes mistreated, Agatha, I will still forgive you, if you leave me alone, with the feelings, that pass like the wind, they stir everything up, and drive me crazy, and it's that I am crazy, to kiss your lips, without leaving any happiness inside me, telling you everything, I will still forgive you, if you leave me inside with that pain I will still forgive you, if you drive me crazy. (He gets drunk until dawn watching photos and videos of Agatha like the typical loser anon from endchan) Yes Agatha, I prefer to be the loser, who will love you eternally, and I have nothing else to say.