When I was fifteen, my brother and I depended on each other.
When I was sixteen, my brother said he liked me.
When I was twenty, my brother told me he loved me.
Very nice.
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I have actually wanted to write this book for a long time, but it shouldn't be very long.
I am writing about cutting my own legs, please feel free to read it. Thank you all.
Not surprisingly, the main focus should be on the first point of view.
Purpose: I hope everyone has a brave heart to love others,