He is poison to me. Although I saved a life on the edge of life and death, the traces of being deeply poisoned can still not be erased and have become the sequelae deep in my soul. Because of you, I became disabled by love. Now I will miss you over and over again, and I will shed tears when I think of you. As soon as the tears come out, I miss you even more. What a vicious cycle. All the memories about him are so clear,
overwhelmingly clear
Intention: