A love inside me

I swim in such a sea that I can sink to the bottom; The waves are very noisy and scary, but the air temperature is lukewarm but I'm cold to death. I didn't and I wasn't scared.

Actually I'm not afraid again, but the lies are threatening, people are scary. They walk with a mask that hides their faces, their real identity: their faces are crying, I'm very sorry, I'm very happy. But I am not satisfied with his problems, but I am not the purest supporter of purity. I started to clean my sorrow, my sorrow and everything for people.

I'm afraid to cry, laughter has come to my ear … I'm sick, unhappy, I'm afraid to say sorry; what a pain, there were those who were happy with it. However, such feelings and problems are never shameful or sinful and are not a source of pride for others. Too bad, it shouldn't be. Sometimes I am ashamed of myself on behalf of others;

How cute, anger, anger and hate can be full. They like not liking to be loved. They're hiding in the computer, hiding in China. There are three to five people who can't continue. I don't know where these people deserve happiness, and they're invisible, but sometimes I'm looking for it.

I have an accumulation of love in me. I'm surprised I couldn't give up on myself, but I get angry from time to time, but I grew up with love and was programmed into love, I think it's my creation. In fact, it is valid for this person who is unaware of this precious treasure.