In the third year of junior high school, I was "scratched" clean. My bright and vivid soul was torn out and splashed with all kinds of dirty dirt. I used it for several years to wash away the scars, but the marks were still there, making me feel inferior and ashamed. Then I used "smooth" to apply it for a few years, but it was still useless. Then I exchanged my life for a shell that could not be peeled off. I used this shell to repair my scarred self. Maybe in a few years the scars would be gone...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
