مولد الصوت AI k1 بواسطة Fish Audio

This is why I always feel you don’t love me anymore because, when I need your help and you start saying things to get me upset, when you know about everything going on. If you don’t want to be with me again? it’s easy to say it and hurt me. because, I’m a fool for letting you in my life and trying to rely on you for support. I’ve been transparent with you about everything, but you always seem to give me a red flag sign and I always overlooked it. It’s all my fault

The walls whisper tonight. 312 steps from my bed to the window. I watch shadows dance like they used to. My hands shake. The memories flood back, bitter and sharp. Someone's laughter echoes down the hall. Not real. Never real anymore.

Witness how the mortals scurry beneath my eternal gaze, blind to the profound secrets that whisper through the void. In their ignorance, they mistake the absence of light for emptiness, while I alone comprehend the symphony of darkness.

You spend your entire life being the anchor, the steady hand in the storm, but the moment you start to sink, they let go. They don't see the years of loyalty; they only see the one time you weren't perfect anymore. It's a cold lesson.

Picture this sacred moment: The sanctuary fills with holy presence at midnight. Heaven's weight descends, bringing divine authority. Every heart trembles as miracles unfold, transforming ordinary space into holy ground. God's power manifests, leaving no doubt of His presence.

Listen closely. Your darkest moments aren't your weakness; they're your strength in waiting. When the world sees your smile, but your soul carries pain, remember: this is where warriors are born. Every tear, every doubt, is forging your legacy.

Every moment with you feels like coming home, like finding peace in chaos. You're the dream I never knew I needed, the answer to questions I hadn't asked. My heart beats stronger knowing you're mine, today and always.

The walls whisper tonight. 312 steps from my bed to the window. I watch shadows dance, remember her smile. It burns inside. Time moves like thick syrup, drowning memories. They say I'm better now. But the echoes never stop. Never stop.