I fight for what is right, and correct what is wrong. I like photography and serving, in the process of dear learning. I'm a scout, standing pride. I fight for my country and it's people. I keep my discipline straight as a wire, my love for someone is a burning fire. I'm a photojournalist, I love images. But one will always be my favorite, that is the image of my goddess. I hate toxic, well her toxic sinisterly evil grin is an exception for me. She reflects the sunlight more than a silver can do. She's more valuable than a gem, my scout so fem. She stands with might and great power as I lose my mind. She keeps me motivated every single day, and keep me alive every single night. She's a friend, a scout. As fresh as a flower picked from the ground. My breath is easily taken away by her glimpse, her eyes that is as priceless as her heart may be. I'm hers, but she's not mine. How can I be selfish to keep her when she's the hope of everyone? I liked her before the other, then until now, she's my one and only sweetheart.
