I cried in my heart, from that day on I lived only for myself and time, until that day I met. . . . .
Betrayed, do I really have no peace of mind for my soul? . . . . .
Another encounter brought me across. . . . .
Can I believe it this time? . . . . . .
Friends are luxurious words to me; loneliness is as common to me as talking about the weather; death to me is like a lost wanderer who has found his home; this was just the past, what will happen to me now?
There is no one in the world, only time and me, ah, and him. . . . . . .
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Personal details: I am a middle school student, and I feel like I am in prison when I study in class. This pit is updated irregularly, but it is not a big pit, so don't worry.