I just want to say: "I'm sorry, I don't love you!"
Although the falling flowers are infatuated, the flowing water is ruthless.
I have no intention of being affectionate, but I am ruthless but it seems to be affectionate.
This limerick was pieced together by myself, so please take a look at it
This article is a time-traveling abuse article, which only abuses the mind, not the body (actually I can't guarantee it). I like to abuse slowly in the ordinary. I think the truth of abuse is that it is not abusive but is more abusive than abuse! Ruthlessness is the most abusive!