If there are too many falsehoods, they become true and false.
Too much false behavior,
real skin,
Instead, it became the defective product.
From the first time I saw you,
I knew you were crazy.
But so what? I'm a lunatic too.
Purpose: This story revolves around the protagonist who is deeply trapped in psychological trauma. It writes two completely different paranoia and fetters, exploring the self-pulling, pathological possession and restraint of affection of a disabled personality, and finally settles on reconciling with the pain and accepting the imperfect self. The lost people will eventually return home, and all broken emotions will find branches to rest on.
