The Sickness In Our Heads || AU
- LECTURAS 430
- Votos 3
- Partes 21
"I might be sick but nowhere near as sick as you. Don't forget that Ha-Joon."
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Humans can be terrible, so cruel to even hurt someone without acknowledging it. But when all your life you had only known hurt, can you not harm anyone?
That kinds of people isolate you from the world and brainwash you into thinking no one cares for you. They overwhelm you with love and bring you in false reality. They show their emotional vulnerability and play victim so you would sympathize with them. And you are out of touch with existence to know the truth.
So what truly you can do to break out the cycle of abuse?
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⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️
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