I heard that "May Witch" is a horror film, but I have never seen any horror, and I can only feel sad.
She is very fond of the boy who is sitting next to her waiting for the bus, he sees his strange eyes and avoids her.
She huddled in the corner of the lift, watching a pair of lovers kiss, very envious, but others looked at her impatiently.
She fell in love with a boy, and the boy said "I love weird". During a tongue kiss, she bit his tongue and he scolded her "Why are you so weird".
She fell in love with a girl, the girl said "I love weird", the next day she went to find that girl, she and another person turned over and over again.
In this world, she has the best friend. The doll given to her by her mother is packed in a glass box. She talks with her doll every day, talks about her thoughts, and tells stories. The doll can neither speak nor move, and is the only person in the world who does not hurt her. In fact, the doll in the glass box mirrored herself.
When she lives in the glass box, she won't have so much desire. The glass of the glass box is fragile, tired by world affairs, shattered by the gentle palm of the boy, cracked by the sweet words of the girl, and shattered into slag by the impact of reality. That box is not just a display, but also a stand for the doll. The box is broken and the doll falls apart. No one will love a doll with scattered limbs.
He doesn't love her, and she just loves randomness. Tramps hate to be friends with her and open a way for the witch in her heart. Everyone in this world hates her for abandoning her, so, just like my mother back then, just make another doll that loves her.
This time there is no plastic and no falsehood. Collect the upright chests of the tramp, cut off the slender thighs of the lover Xinhuan, and the palms of his once warmed her, and put their bits and pieces together to assemble a person who sleeps together.
May lay on the bedside, hoping that the new doll would look at her, but she couldn't feel the doll's eyes. Since I can’t feel it, I divided my eyes into one, so May pulled down his eyes, blood filled her face, and the person next to the pillow finally saw her, it, or herself, and raised his hand. The boy's hands stroked her face, clearing her sorrow.
May finally won't be let down again.
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