People, even if the other person is also a person, are hard to fall in love with.
Slaves, when this mark of deprivation of everything is placed on their bodies, their ability to love others as a human being disappears. The Mark of the Flying Hoof is like trampling its slaves under its feet with its invisible giant claws. Each of its howls of victory means that someone has succumbed to the raging fire and disappeared in the endless pain.
"It is impossible for me to fall in love with a human being anymore, even if I am also a human being."
"If possible, I would like to die without pain, ah... I understand that death is also a part of pain. I can never do it. This is just another kind of dream. In such a hell on earth, how can we escape from living without wishful thinking."
"Why are you still alive? Although I am greedy, I still want to seek that. That, that ethereal freedom."
This trivial persistence, hidden in the heart that no one cares about, eventually dissipated.
Have you surrendered to pain? Have no idea.
Is it because I can't hold on anymore? Have no idea.
So, are you satisfied? Have no idea.
But this love of sharing suffering will still disappear in the body that no one cares about and just go with the wind.
Author's foreword:
The third round of persecution of flamingos! The young master will never stop persecuting him, and he will never stop persecuting him in this life. Jpg
Intention: freedom