Because of your love you have broken yourself by oysters.
I hate hatred, anger, and pride.
I have made the uninterrupted minds humble and have driven me with the constant hardships.
But you have always been busy looking for happiness in your quest for the intriguing mind.
And I love to make mistakes, I've learned to dream about it again and again.
I feel like you have hit it many times.
So the accusations against you have shown many ways to go away.
But I could not love being mistaken for love.
