Arafed view of a street with a lamp post and a bench in the middle of the street

I'm silently watching you clean up after yourself。 Frontal stabbing pain and thunderstorm。 Nervousness at 17 continues to wash hands today。 No axis。No challenge。 I guess I haven't looked in the mirror for a long time。 The answer to boredom is pictured there。 The presence of red passion and longing disappears in the fog。 I know the answer, but I blame it。 Trust and worship trump education。