He gave me trauma of relationship, ptsd from love.
He raped my soul and sin me for doing nothing.
He tore my heart open and ripped it into pieces.
He looked into my brain and he laughed.
He looked into the words I spoke, the ideas I had.
He looked into my face and he laughed.
His laughter , and despise, so loud
So loud, that I can’t even hear myself.
From pieces of myself, from the ruins he made
I’ll rise.

You have to endure, endure to during the warmth of spring, all the flowers bloom; you have to go, go to the lights; you have to see the vast world, and then judge whether it is good or bad; you have to work hard to get better, and then stand beside people who can't imagine; you have. We can't let this happen one step at a time.

Howling at night, I really hate to wake up every day and work in the morning. I know that I go to bed early. I also know that exercise is good for getting up early, but I'm not that I don't have no energy during the day.Getting up early and going out to play is another thing. I have been running under high load and low quality for half a month now, and I have mechanically repeated statistics and statistics every day to confirm and check with a bunch of people who don't cooperate. I ah ah ah ah ah_(:з」∠)_