(Parallel world urban writing, don't lick the dog, strategic struggle, please taste it carefully)
My name is You You, and I was originally a junior in college.
However, he was "accidentally" framed and expelled by his classmates, and his originally bleak life became even bleaker.
Until, I have the information, I start to choke them down.
"I used to think that it would be good to study hard, find a good job, and live a good life in the future..."
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"Why... Why can they do this... Why no one believes in me... Why good people don't get rewarded... Mom and Dad... I'm so useless..."
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"Those who can't fight... Are the ones who can't fight..."
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"This city is very big and crowded. Some people are born in the clouds, overlooking all living things; some... Like me, can only struggle to survive in the ditch and mud."
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"All I want is a place... Where I can stand up straight and not be crushed to death like trash."
"A... Place to stand."
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"I want to stir up the storm, I want the stars to shine brightly, and the galaxies to flow!"
Very innovative and beautiful