Love and hate are derived from flesh and blood. Before you learn to love, you first learn to hate.
We are connected by blood, should I swallow the crushed hatred and respect you, or should I cut open the broken love and hate you?
The sharp blade you cultivated with your own hands should be sharpened with your blood first. I will spend my whole life unable to get around the prison of hatred, and you... Don't even think about escaping, even if you watch me go crazy...
The thorns spread to the rotten heart, but a pure white lisianthus blooms without thorns. But the purer the person, the deeper it is like the vast sea. The pure white in the most hate is waiting for you to dye it with the red of decay.
Bipolar disorder*Comorbidity with psychosis
The separated mind and body, the most extreme conflict and entanglement of love and hate, is it the symphony of fate or the death of life?
"Where is the little doll?"
"You are really crazy"
"Why do you always think about the past?"
Between illusion and reality, who will teach me the critical point?
Intention: Original family, blood feud between close relatives, love and hate, move forward