GL You Are My Unspeakable Pain

When I can write these words freely, I think I no longer treat you like a thorn in my heart. The thorn bird stabbed the thorn into her heart because she wanted to sing loudly and wanted to trade death for beauty. You grew up in my heart, but I planted it with my own hands, and I allowed her to grow up and pierce my heart. I refused to pull it out, because pain is also beautiful and proud. Prove that I at least loved. Ping, you won't see these words. You don't know that the woman with the silly smile actually writes a novel. There is a you in the novel, and you are tainted by her. I won't let you know either. If you knew, I would be nothing. Conception: