I am very sad
, but I cannot show my dissatisfaction.
It is love, but it must be expressed as hatred . What I
have done, I must apply for no intention at all. I 'm
silent on the outside
, but there are thousands of words in my heart I want to say
that I am myself but I don't belong to
me. The dust that burns up in the coldness of my heart
has one me and the other me
. My troubles are like a shadow in the sun.
It follows me and lingers. Don't
go with the shadows
and do what I do
, or it will give me more nihilistic satisfaction,
or it will rush me to die
, thus making me forget the love I have long lost.
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