Died at the Age of 20

I am a slave and a mentally ill person. This is not a cool novel, nor does it have an ups and downs plot. I just want to write about my dead heart, my sick brain, and the dark and extreme world in the eyes of my mentally ill person. Or rather, these are just some diaries of my last time as a slave. Because I can finally see redemption. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.