Gloomy Attack vs. Induction/The Pathological Love of Two Mental Illnesses
First person warning! ! ! Warning about unconventional pseudo-orthopedics and broken mirrors! ! ! Warning for minor abuse in the new year! ! ! Morbid love warning! ! !
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I had an older brother who watched me grow up, but when I was 9 years old, he suddenly passed away and left me alone. I was locked in my original cage and reduced to a lowly slave. The pain all over my body imprisoned my flying wings, and the wounds that could not be scabbed revealed dirty blood and hollowed me out.
When I was 13 years old, he took away my empty body without a word, and I finally gained a moment of freedom. But in this free world, I flew into a new cage, which was called the "double-sided cage."
Intention: How can we talk about life when we are imprisoned in a cage?
