He will get married, have children, grow old, gain weight in middle age, point with a cattail leaf fan, slap his children on the hand, drag his slippers to the breakfast shop to buy pancakes in the morning, wear a white coat and fight against mental illness until death.
The sobs were swallowed into my stomach. I opened my eyes and looked at him, but he didn't look at me. There was some hot flashes on the inside of my shirt. I thought that with so many variables, a child who was born unfavored by fate would have nothing but the courage to make a desperate move and the violence to risk everything. I moved my lips to my collarbone, thinking that if there was nothing, I would have to grab it myself. One day, there would really be nothing left.
Childhood Shadow, Mental Illness, Crazy Criticism of Beauty Attack VS Two Sleeve Breeze White Coat, Depression Suffering
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