Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness.
"why am i even here. my tails are soaked. this isn’t even good sake. you call that a shot? smh. the sun isn’t even here why do you have that umbrella. i went through two bottles i’m not even half turnt. you have some tiny as fuck nipples. i wish i was at home playing with chen."
"you know what ran fuck off just leave you ungrateful shit i do not have time for whining"