It was boiling, as beautiful as a flower, and as tempting as a flower, as if telling him that it was about to come out. He picked up the fruit knife on the side and gently opened it. The blood soaked his sleeves and soaked the entire dress, and everything was blurred in front of his eyes.
"Haha, I'm finally liberated."
[Absolutely original, please do not reprint.
January 13, 2019
Purpose: Written to people who suffer from depression and have no hope in life, and to work hard to become the best person possible.