Patient No. 0

If life is a prison Then I'm a prisoner A prisoner who has sweet dreams every night I don't want to wake up at night Because when the morning sun shines There is still warm sunshine The long cold night Please don't take away my dream The cold wind and frost please take my soul away Let me float outside the iron bars Continue the dream of freedom ——A story of adult confusion, struggle and redemption. // Diary-style black clay writing, not the author's perspective.