God s son

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Thoughts driving me mad
Kill my mind.
I never feel like dead
Therefore feelings overfill everything
inside.
Having lost every friend,
I now understand nothing is precious
than love.
Love has no end,
This is my own kind of stuff.
World is a silly place
I feel pity for everyone.
Who is not afraid to show their real face?
That human is God's son.