I was involved in this painful "killing game", who was the victim and who was the murderer. It seems like the boundaries have long been blurred. I think death is not real relief and this game should have ended long ago.
He stood outside the game, watching the players' retribution and pain with cold eyes. Like a cold island, I was about to be swallowed by the waves, but I didn't dare to step on it.
Why do I have to suffer all this? I used to be resentful and wanted to cover up this old and heavy pain with new disasters. Unfortunately, the winner is the loser.
I think I will be braver this time.
Intention: No matter what magnitude of suffering you encounter, no matter how far you go on the wrong path, you can start over.