If you had read my post from 7 months ago
I am free now. But this freedom is still new to me. I am loved now, but the love is still foreign to me. My partner committed suicide in front of me in a call. I still loved him. I still feel guilty, but there is also freedom.
I wasn't free, for a long time, I lost my life.
But it was done by the aliens.
I wasn't free, for a long time, I lost my life.
But it was done by the aliens.