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Dream
Between reality and fantasy, between confusion and sobriety, there may be boring documentary or fictional space. There has never been empathy in this world. It can only be said that the experiences are endlessly similar but never overlap. We may not be destined to each other, but the importance of order is really more complicated than I thought. So I attributed all my mistakes to mistakes, but when I think about it carefully, I was wrong. Just like what is said in Big Fish and Begonia, you meet
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Dead Rhyme
Why do people have to live? Why can't they die? Where is the courage? What is there in the world after death? Can I still come back here? Is there a spiritual world? An old voice came: "Little kid, curiosity will kill the cat. You have to laugh. No matter how sad you are, you have to laugh wildly." I rubbed my red eyes and cursed with a smile: "Damn old man, I won't stop even after I die." I thought to myself, don't worry, I won't live as you say, and I don't want to live this life hypocriticall
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One Thousand and One Rejections
That kind of contemptuous look and inappropriate "You are nothing, how dare you compare with the sages". Yes, I am indeed unworthy, and my writing is indeed poor, but your vulgar words are somewhat related to elegance. I know that you are close to life and give good advice, but I don't know that you are jealous and suppressing, and you do it deliberately. Hey, you said it very well. Please don't say it again next time, okay? It is better to remain silent and act like a fool than to speak out and
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Mechanical Tomb
Emotion? How can a pile of broken copper and iron respond to a joke? No, brother, they also have souls, and I can hear it calling me. Brother, just let me go out and look for it. He pushed me away, my stupid brother, and I said I had smashed him and thrown him into the scrapyard, and you would never get it back. I kept beating his chest and cried until I was weak. You are not like this. It turns out that I am responsible for the stupid things I did when I was young and frivolous. But now, you do
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