It's been years since they adopted me in bts. I was the 7 person. I wanted to join their group but now they realized they did not want me anyway. I heard their conversations. they found me wrong, I was ugly. I was a Little rok on the big mountain of bts. My dad began a drug addiction. Mom left me alone. all because they could not brag about son, that's a rule that I can never break. eachToday look in Dad's closets to see if there are no pills boxes. otherwise I will go out to avoid My dad having a drug overdose. but today I have seen a pills box that I have never seen before. On the label was a boy with wings. I read the description carefully. "This makes your life better, only for the sadest people!" what a more detailed description. I'm going to bts again. I got a whole back with words about me: you're ugly, kill yourself, you're not worth it, you're not worth it. I took a pill and prayed. I did not feel well and fell to the ground.
I felt my back bursting with pain. my brains did not touch it. I did not hear the voices anymore. I was redeemed