Marcos6986 about 1 year ago Then Maricha lived like she was dead.I hid in the shadows of the back alleys, ate weeds and a small amount of food waste, and spent my time muting my voice.Even when I grow up, I won't give up, I won't get married when I'm old enough, I won't cry when my parents die,I repeated the emotionless days of just eating and sleeping. 1 Reply Copy ID