[Crazy criticism of sadomasochism + forced love + lesbianism + redemption]
I once fell into a deep sea called "her".
There was no light there, only suffocating tenderness and domineering love. I was addicted to all the pain and joy she brought, thinking that was what love was all about.
Until he appeared, using the purest warmth and protection, he split the stormy waves for me and lifted me up.
Today, I stand between two extremes of love——
On one side is the old abyss that made me sink,
On one side is a warm harbor that gives me new life.
How should I choose, or has fate already written the answer for me?
