The original title of this article: "I held him in my arms"
Lightning protection: There is a sweet one, but it is followed by a knife.
We escaped the shackles of the world and had a short, warm and stable day and night in a small town that no one knew about.
But the prejudices of the world and the discipline of others eventually tore apart all our tenderness and thoughts.
We were forcibly imprisoned in this gray-white correctional hell, forcibly isolated, divided, and tamed.
The corporal punishment, introspection, and imprisonment day after day have worn away their dignity and rotted their flesh and blood.
Finally, he couldn't hold it any longer.
He fell quietly into my arms.
Intention: I will meet him again with scars all over my body.
