As soon as I was born into this world, I saw my darkness, and I desired to cleanse my sins, because there was some unexplainable knowledge inside of me, but there was nobody who wanted to see them in me, because that would have meant that they have to face their own sins also, but they weren't ready to face their sins, nobody was there who loved me despite my sins, I had to hide them, I had to wear a mask, I had to create a false self, I had to pretend that I was pure although I wasn't fucking pure, but I put on this stupid mask, I tore my soul apart out of fear of not to be loved, and because I know how it feels not to be loved entirely, to be only loved for a false self, to be only loved for the good, to be rejected for the real, I love everyone despite their sins, I wish people would not judge themselves for being whole, I wish they wouldn't need to wear a mask, I will not judge, because I faced my own sins, it was painful, but it freed me, I know that my soul will be free only when I cleansed it from all my sins, I was afraid to lose my pride, craving for attention, greedy, envious, angry when people didn't want to see my pain, I expected too much, I lied to myself to please others, but maybe I was just a mirror of my world, and my world was a mirror of someone else's world, and their world was the mirror of someone else's, but maybe, when I free myself from this chain of worlds, I can reach a different kind of world.