Breathing out with difficulty, as if I forgot how to inhale
The hardest thing for me is being tolerant of myself
I want the light given to me to be the debt I owe
Unlike the broad stage, there is only one place in my heart
What is my reason for living?
Like a loach, part of me tortures myself
——Seventeen "Trauma".
This is the story of a boy who gradually learns about his freedom from trauma as he becomes an adult, well.
Author's statement:
Naked updates, no saved manuscripts, sluggish hand speed, super frequent update, please be cautious when entering the trap, I suggest you gain weight and leave messages frequently to encourage you (cover your face).
Intention: Be tolerant to yourself, you are already good enough.
Reader comments
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Mommy [ bursting into tears ] I really can't handle this idea, it's so fun
Could this be a 4i extra?
Ended with flowers [Come on] [Come on] [Come on] [Come on] [Come on] [Come on] [Come on] [Come on] What a great story [Come on] [Come on] [Come on] Yan Yan and Teacher Ji are so sweet [Orange candy] [Orange candy] [Orange candy]
Help, I have been waiting for three years to see the child!