Maybe I don't love anyone. If someone keeps me company, I like them. Maybe I just don't love myself enough, so I keep taking the wrong path.
Persistence doesn't really mean anything. I just can't accept it. That's all. I still can't accept it.
People without hearts can't breathe. In other words, they all have hearts, but only one each, and that can't save my life.
The fastest way to kill a butterfly is to praise its beauty.
Some parts of the story have been cut or adapted.
I am a deceiver.
Theme: When all seems lost, hope remains
I read this article when I was getting ready to go to bed, and I stayed up late to read it. I have a lot of feelings, but I can't say anything at the moment. Anyway, best wishes.
I like it very much - I hope you will continue to make more... It feels very similar to me