Lightning protection and cheating, flower vomiting syndrome
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short essay
Today is the beginning of spring, the origin of all things, my birthday, and my death anniversary...
The boy accepted it, and later he became my husband, and then he became a betrayal.
The man holding his arm was a boy, a beautiful boy. The fox eyes and the delicate face look like a fairy, which is breathtaking.
"Why is this bitch still like this?"
"Well, he should be tired of seeing my face for nearly ten years."
Meaning: On a blessed day, get married.
My love for my husband is like a quagmire. The more I love you, the deeper I sink. It wasn't until the mud enveloped me that I realized I was trapped in it.
The seven-year itch in my heart is extremely itchy. This itch is poisonous, eating away at my heart bit by bit. I had to cut open the flesh to take out the poison, but it was already spread all over the body. What's the use of living if you have no heart. I picked at the itchy part mechanically, and the flesh and blood were blurred and the bones were white.
Stop being so sentimental at this time. If you think too much, you will get sick.
I spent ten years building a tower so that my husband and I can imagine the future together. But my husband doesn't like this tower, or he doesn't like me as a person. He then destroyed the tower with great force.
The tower was crumbling, the tiles fell off one by one, and the happiness of the past was scattered and forgotten. The tower suddenly collapsed, and all the things were suppressed under the tower and could not be read, just like a person's scars that cannot be uncovered. The tower was like my heart. It was thrown to the ground by my husband, and it was torn into pieces and incomplete.
Now the tower is in ruins, with dead grass growing and desolate. But the husband suddenly remembered that he still had a home and a person waiting for him in this land and city.
Seeing the appearance of the tower, he naively thought he could repair it.
How to repair a tower with only its foundation remaining?
How to save a person who is left with only a mutilated body?
It's just that the poppies were carried away by the wind, leaving only the sighs of the spectators echoing in the empty world. The same is true for my relationship with my husband. I will be abandoned by my husband like garbage, and then slowly forgotten, and in the end I will be left alone to miss the past.
I'm already very tired, don't try to pull me back again
Intent: Fall into the abyss