Women today, just like in the past, beat him with whips and insulted him with words. After the punishment, he was dying. He thought he loved her, but his love meant nothing. As if she knew everything, the woman stepped on his head and sneered:
I hate you, but all the pain and torture you are experiencing now is not because of how much I hate you, but because you cannot forgive yourself. I never want to kill you, deny you, humiliate you, torture you, or mistreat you all the time. The reason why I hate you so much is because of your desires. Do you want to ask why in a pretentious manner, asking why you are the one who suffers? It's a pity that no one has made a promise to you. The only person who cares, the only one who can appeal to cause and effect and regret, is yourself. At the same time, you know this. You expect me to pity you, and you expect me to torture you; you long for self-destruction, and you fear the emptiness of nothingness. You are ** in judgment and ** in abuse. You don't care about your sin, let alone your torture; you don't want to be saved, let alone abandoned. Ha - you want to die. You want to kill someone and die. At the same time, you can't kill anyone. Not because of conscience, let alone morality. It's just that you don't have this ability, your only value is to be slaughtered and slaughtered. "
Scrap manuscripts, write whatever you want, cliche.
Intention: inferior people
