@hudzza149: There was a problem with the house, the pain of love from above. Between the two of them, I lost myself. And sometimes they kill you. Sometimes it breaks the soul of a particular person. I laughed in front of everyone. Every single day, a little inside. Not at home, Not in love. Life became a war. In which I lost myself. Now you have become accustomed. Be quiet, When the pain increases Then the human being stops crying.