Lucky Number

It's been two weeks or so since we came out, and I would like to point out that you guys live in a hell. In fact, it would be more accurate to say that you yourself have turned the place you live into hell. But it doesn't matter one way or the other; you have created for yourself a love framework that is your own product and you are struggling in this field.

In order to understand the subject more clearly, I need to tell you about a man with bird brain I had to go after.

Don't be too hard on me for going after him, because I did it out of necessity. We met him in front of a dealer who sold lottery tickets. This bird brain dreamed of going to university in a different city, away from his family for years. He worked really hard to make this dream come true. He succeeded, but fell in love with the first girl he met while he was still in prep class. I can say that he fell madly or deeply in love. This bird brain spent 5 years with this girl in a resentful way. During this time, he could neither go to a concert with his friends nor take part in a different social event.

This relationship, which started with the poem "Love is in the air," lost its whiteness with each passing year, as if it had been worn out by cheap bleach. Because he was very, very in love with this bird-brained girl. You also know that lovers will either be abandoned or have already been abandoned. So lovers have no escape from abandonment. This bird-brained friend I'm talking about had already been abandoned by this girl. In fact, this was not his first and last abandonment. The funny thing is, it was the same person who left him for the first and last time. In other words, this friend was such an unlucky man that he started to have a relationship with the girl who left him after a 5-year relationship, but he couldn't escape being abandoned again. An evil omen, a curse hovered over this man. However, it should be noted that this man was aware of the fact that he was going to be dumped while having a second time affair with this girl. I mean, he fell in love with this girl again, knowing that he would end up like this.

Now all this bird-brain expects is me. Unfortunately, he is experiencing another destruction after his path crosses with  me! I will do the job of embellishing her dreams, even for a short time, in her miserable life, and by being in the back pocket of her trousers.

Of course, the question of who I am stuck in your mind.

I am an ordinary lottery ticket waiting for the night of the draw, in the pocket of any clothes or in a wallet, giving hope to a community of people who have deliberately turned their place into hell.

Well, have we ever met before?