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I like the existence and operation of softness in life because, like many of my kind, I have encountered too many sharp and hard things. The harshness of life is everywhere and happens all the time, catching us off guard. The sharp sickle once cut my fingers, the sharp rubble once scratched my soles, and the sharp sunlight pierced my back. The sharp wind made me shiver, the sharp thunder made me tremble, the sharp thoughts broke my bones and muscles, and the sharp feelings broke my stomach and intestines. In the harsh eyes, I lost the courage to grow; in the harsh context, I exiled my humble soul. Living in a harsh environment, I don't know if I am a qualified living being, let alone a person with independent thinking and rich emotions.
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