Say in fear

Silence is an excuse for fear, and smirking is a reason for injustice.

anonymous

Sadness and sadness

I am afraid, I am afraid that one day I will lose everything, I am afraid that one day I will look on coldly, I am afraid that one day I will wander around the world alone, and I am afraid that one day I will lose the confidence to live. I'm afraid, I'm afraid that one day I will forget my sadness and pain, I'm afraid that one day I can't call for help, I'm afraid that one day I will have no mood swings, and I'm afraid that one day I will lose myself. I am afraid, I am afraid that one day I will be abandoned, I am afraid that one day I will lose that warm embrace, I am afraid that one day I will kill and forget my goodness, and I am afraid that one day I will spend my life alone in sadness and regret!

anonymous

broken-hearted

I am not cold-blooded, let alone slow-heated. I'm just afraid that I'll be sad when I leave because I've invested too much.

——@iyou

Philosophy, love, lovelorn, disappointment

What to expect, nothing, what to fear, what to come.

Cervantes

When you grow up, you can only run. How afraid I am of falling in the dark.

milk coffee

Sadness, sadness, ego, loneliness

After such a long walk, I have been crying. I am not afraid of the darkest place or the place with steps. I'm just afraid of the lights, afraid of being seen by others.

anonymous

lonely

I'm just scared. I'm afraid to relive the loneliness of not getting paid back.

anonymous

I'm afraid to find my future in the past.

-7-up

I'm afraid my reason can't stand the reality. So I continued to live in my castle and fantasized about the colorful outside. A color that never belongs to me.

anonymous

lonely

I don't care if I wear more or less. My hands are always cold.

anonymous

I want to cherish it, but I'm afraid it's too late for the air to give up.

-He's Man Ting.

lyrics

At first, I was particularly afraid of being brave and fearless, but in the end I could only be humble and helpless.

anonymous

We hugged each other tightly. Set an invisible circle for yourself. Keep people out of it. Don't let people share the circle. Don't let people explore the circle. Actually, I'm afraid I'll get hurt again. I can't get up the courage to believe it anymore.

anonymous

Sadness, sadness and courage

I feel horrible. Full of thorns. But no one is with me.

anonymous

I struggled hard. I hope to get rid of all the shackles on me. The more I struggle, the tighter the chain becomes. Don't! Don't! . I want freedom! . Want freedom! . Even hurt yourself. "What do you think you are not happy? . We make money for you every day and give you a good life. What are you dissatisfied with? . Do you know that you are much happier than other children? " . Don't! Don't! . That's not true. That's not true. I'm not dissatisfied. I didn't. I just think. Everything about me is tied down. I feel terrible. I feel horrible. I feel like a walking corpse. I feel that I am living according to other people's wishes. This is not what I want ... no. I don't know. How to be yourself?

anonymous

I am afraid that tear drops will pile up into a cliff; I'm afraid my heart will seep into your cheek; I am afraid that butterflies will kiss flowers where the sunset stays; I'm afraid people will mention you and I'll be pushed into the sea to struggle. Sorry ... I can't find you.

anonymous

love

Afraid of making us blind.

José Saramago

Eager to grow up, eager to become stronger. Take you around the bustling and splendid places and listen to the history of the ancient city slowly. Take you to enjoy the blue sea and blue sky, and take you to appreciate exotic customs. My parents.

anonymous

sentimental

My legs are weak, and even things that look warm at ordinary times seem to have turned into demons, grinning.

I'm afraid I can't keep you because of the desolation around me.

anonymous

I cringed in fear, as if everything around me was going to swallow me up, facing endless darkness.

He looked at the political commissar with eyes of exploration and fear, waiting for a thunderbolt to hit him on the head.

A gust of hot air blew on my face, and I felt that the weather was much hotter. I feel a little overwhelmed. The symptoms of fainting come from inside my body.

I'm too scared to get out of the atmosphere. My heart is pounding, as if a rabbit were jumping around in my heart. I always feel that there is a disaster bird flying around in the sky, which may hit my head at any time.

They hurried home, only to feel bitter, even they don't know why-just vague and indescribable fear.

His face was dyed seven or eight colors, one red and one blue.

I looked at the stage, alas! It doesn't matter if you don't look. This makes my heart more panic. How many pairs of eyes are staring at me I don't know how to take my hand away, my eyes don't know where to look, and my head is buzzing. The worst thing is that my legs are a little shaky.

His heart was in his throat and he was as nervous as a bowstring.

He trembled, his mouth half open, and let out a hoarse scream, which felt like a knife in his chest.

My heart seems to have fifteen buckets-it's pounding up and down, as if it were going to jump out.

I sat on the bench in fear and trembling, my heart pounding. The sun shines on my face, which is a little hot. Watching the students sing affectionately on the stage, I kept asking myself: will I sing the wrong lyrics, sing out of tune and so on after I go up?

I feel that I am the only one in time, and everything around me is empty. I'm so scared that I don't know how to die even if I die.

There was a timid expression of begging for mercy on her face, and the expression of a dog wagging its drooping tail in a hurry but feebly.

I sang in a low voice, for fear that I would lose my tune if I was not careful. Feet slightly bent, dare not straighten. As long as I collapse, I will keep shaking. My whole body is like a deflated ball, and I have no strength to support it.

Time seems to be deliberately against me, walking slowly. Irritability and anxiety come to mind together. I have been looking at my watch and staring at the slowly moving second hand.

I feel my heart is about to jump out, wandering around, but I can't find an exit. I only know that I will face an arduous but unavoidable burden, and my heart is suddenly so tired. ...

My brain is spinning, my ears are screaming, like a ghost, as if there is a ghost standing in front of me like dust.

People in trouble tend to care more about themselves than anything else. In their eyes, "born to die" is always unclear, but they dare not move forward blindly. They really want to understand that "born to die" will give me more and fresher feelings of life.

My heart jumped into my throat and I was frightened.

She shuddered when she stood in front of him. She can't stand his sharp eyes.