Suffering Boundaries

A portrait of inner torment entangled in silence. Flesh cracks, wires tighten — not from the outside, but from the self-imposed limits of thought, guilt, and fear. This is not pain from the world, but the prison of one’s own making. A mind wrapped in its own resistance, begging to break free — yet afraid of freedom. Each wire is a belief. Each tear, a truth waiting to be faced. -- See more by Kat1212m on Remx at remx.xyz/kat1212m