I look back at an age when I should be a mother.
I found my past to be a huge joke.
Every step I took didn't feel like my life.
Like a puppet.
No thoughts of mine.
There is no awareness of me.
Every step is under someone else's control.
It's obviously my life and it should be my choice.
But he was excluded at every step.
Looking back suddenly, I no longer had the chance to regret it.
It seems... Very tired.
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Just like the lives of thousands of ordinary people, thousands of people have different faces, which is a side I don't know.
Just like the lives of thousands of ordinary people, thousands of people have different faces, which is a side I don't know.