I live as two people.
One held the blade and fell into the abyss, while the other desperately grabbed my wrist to climb up.
I hated this body covered with scars, but I was still greedy for the early morning light, the rice cooked by my own hands, and the "me" who held me in his arms late at night.
When I donated my last penny to the dolls in the mountains, I thought that this trip to this world was not in vain.
The water in the bathtub covered my ankles, and the blood bloomed into beautiful flowers. I grabbed the myself who was crying and wanted to call 120, raised my head and kissed him——
"Thank you, I'm sorry."
That day, a pair of twins were born in the delivery room of the city center hospital. The younger brother had a cross-shaped birthmark on his wrist.
Intent: When the spiritual "I" insists on going to the abyss, the instinctive "I" is still trying to hold on, interpreting the unquenchable self-salvation in desperate situations.