Each time I glance in the mirror, I am confronted with these scars adorning my arm.

They serve as constant reminders of my failure, a transgression that I am determined to avoid in the future.

Unlike their former light, they have become profound and indelible, destined to endure indefinitely.

I am deeply troubled by the fact that I am subjected to such suffering.

If this is the price I pay for embodying the qualities of a virtuous, devoted, and compassionate individual, then I am resolute in my decision to never experience love again.

Love, akin to an animal, is cruel and mercilessness. It possesses the potential to inflict profound emotional pain and tear apart one’s heart.

Love, in its essence, operates as a silent butcher, leaving an indelible mark on its victims. 

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