K4

The techniques are so adept that they are thickly dotted that you cant find a place to 
breathe.They are trying to, as if, make me doubt about the whole world,that dont want me to love any 
one of them. My soul is full of blood, and full of knives coming from the people that I 
loved. Life was harsh, that I almost have forgotten. People are living for themselves and 
using different means, and they pretend to be polite but actually they are always scheming.Parents looked after me well on the surface, but they never actually helped me when i need. 
The air was cold, and the passebys were like puppets without emotions. They spoiled me, but 
submitted to me on the surface. They pretended to be stupid, but keep harming me secretly. 
It's definetely not a paradise. People were like random, even if I have never harmed them, 
they would made me feel been pushed out.I tried to love them, but they were like pieces of 
ice.They never understands me, but laughed at me and thought that I was a child. All the 
friends were like have their own plot, and they pander to me on the surface, but desolated 
me in practices. It can be called as cold violence.