Lost Emotions
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Born in September of the 1990s, due to family reasons, I don't believe in love or marriage. Her beautiful youth was trapped in the game of chasing love over and over again. For her, love was like a chaotic and luxurious dream, something that was within reach but not cherished, something that was out of reach and full of longing. Love is like a flower in the dust. The more it is raised, the stronger it becomes. Love is like a tree on a cliff. The more unreachable it is, the more bruised it is to climb. The lost love, the sorrow that will never return, lost my eyes, lost the direction of youth. Stumbling around the age of middle age, I was afraid of the urging of my relatives and the strange eyes of the people around me, so I hurriedly entered the palace of marriage in September. I thought I could run my own little home well and have a haven where I could take shelter from the wind. But they didn't expect that the gap in academic qualifications, differences in living habits, and differences in outlook would eventually lead to the breakdown of the marriage. Loneliness fills September's heart. There is still a long way to go in life. Perhaps only time will know the answer to everything and where to go.
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