I woke up in my own sweat. It was a nightmare. The type that feel so real they haunt you after you wake. I dreamt of a depressed teenage girl named Bella, summarizing her sad life to me. Her mom died the year she was born leaving her under the care of nonchalant guardians, They turn her into a cigarette seller even if they could give her a better life, they began raping her at age 9 until her 20th birthday. She (Bella) got fed up with her abusive dad and uncle, so she killed both of them to end her nightmares. She kept saying "Nangii, my tears could make Atlantic. As you can see I'm damaged, I don't think I can still, manage I'm lost. I'm lost. I don't know how to feel." I didn't find rest until I wrote a song about Bella's experience.