In the past, I had a foster father who was very strict with me and loved me very much.
However, when I was fifteen, everything changed.
Why, why is he so disgusted? Why, why did he want to kill me? Is there no love at all in this time? Could it be that what you did to me before was just for fun?
Since society has become so dirty, let me clean it up and innovate it!
When we met at the inn, I had a premonition that he and I would eventually say goodbye forever.
Why? Why? Why did he have to kill me? Could it be that he really never loved me? Is there really no love in this world?
The moment I stabbed his knot between my fingers, I firmly believed that there is no love at all in this world!
It turns out that being without love is because I have given up. It turns out that all I want is for others to love me.
"I want someone to love me. I want lots and lots of love. I just want to hear someone say they love me and make me feel important."
"Don't be ashamed, just be upright. These words are not true."
"I know, but I really want someone to talk to me, encourage me, play with me, laugh with me, cry with me."
"Silly boy."
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