In the ninth quarter in the morning, the broadcaster asked listeners to call and tell them the truth about their fears, I called him and I was shaking from the cold, fear and hunger, I was lost, wandering, looking for a small nation , each containing my accumulated emotions .the last days were'nt

In the ninth quarter in the morning, the broadcaster asked listeners to call and tell them the truth about their fears, I called him and I was shaking from the cold, fear and hunger, I was lost, wandering, looking for a small nation , each containing my accumulated emotions .the last days were'nt well and carefree, I feel pain and a lot of hatred for anything new to the universe, you're infected with colds and flu and many of  who do not know what Hath, and I imagined that just a communicative broadcasting will end all this hunger that fills the world, she was my coffee that does not drink it but milk has cooled, but my heart is still with my life that I'm trying to rotate the way that befits the new appearance , my voice on the air with the announcer came out, and I felt for the first time that it is not me, I am closer to be with whoever does not look like anyone, and I could lie on my name and national , and even the location of the cities.But the broadcaster , which seems to have possessed great skill in identifying the sounds, he asked me quickly when he felt that my heart can be stopped at the moment about life, about what is going on in my head, I said to him talk do not know if I would like for everyone to hear him or you're soaked in  that moment in  my broken feelings ..I told him I'm not afraid of love, but I'm afraid men.