I am looking at the shadow of longing, and it seems to be very relevant to life. I once had my heart scratched by a beautiful arc. There are always words like that in dreams, have you ever cared about it? If you want, why don't you end the harm with your own hands? The spreading pain crept up to my window sill, could I trust myself? When everyone surrounds me with the same reasons and I have no choice, should I grab the light that shines through the gap? In fact, someone saw my tears. The person sitting with me crying also had the same unwillingness as me and was abandoned without any reason. I should be lucky to have someone to accompany me to lick my wounds, in a room that is blocked by curtains and has no hope at all.
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