I give myself the right to be spiteful and angry... I can’t be “fluffy” every day!
Let it happen occasionally - you need to splash out the poison,
Which they will give you from the bottom of their hearts... I give myself the right to make mistakes sometimes - Not a robot... And he is capable of breaking down!
Cry? And it won’t hurt me - At least the soul is not the body, but it also hurts....
Painting of a blue owl sitting on a branch with flowers