but no tears, Reivew on An American Crime

The girl's voice spread lightly. Can't hear her joys and sorrows, can't hear her vitality. The child holding the merry-go-round was as clean as a piece of white paper, but he didn't expect to be blown away by the strong wind. And the wind was so violent. Or it wasn't just the physical destruction that ripped her apart, but more importantly, she lost all vitality.
The coolness in my heart, if she was just imprisoned in the basement by herself, or my heart would not be so heavy. But everyone there gave her a bloody knife. Those who used to protect her, those who once liked her, and even the strangers who used to be... her sister, why even she chose to be silent. frenzy people...
Or at that time, death was already a relief for her...
If she was looking forward to her parents like that, wouldn't it be a kind of despair...

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