A pretends to be B, a real young master who lives outside the home and suffers from ear disease × a weak and twice-divided adopted son of an omega who has suffered from autism.
When pathology and love collide, your arms are the only haven in my exhaustion and confusion.
I love you, but I can't just say I love you. I am leaving to find my freedom, my subject, my consciousness, forgive my little temper, thank you for waiting for me to come back my love.
Intent: Paranoid love and withered souls, love makes those who are guilty, fearful and uneasy no longer lost.
