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Intro. ​ " I have everything—treasure, a big name, and a face that is adored. But in one night, God forcibly took my world and left only a wheelchair as my throne. ​In the past, I was his protector. Now, I'm just a selfish burden. I kept pushing him away, insulting him, and asking him to leave. Not because I hate him, but because I love him too much to leave him locked inside the invisible prison I call 'my body'. ​Can love survive when the lover can no longer stand even just to give a hug? "

Ar'ponge

@Anda