I have always laughed at those who believe in so-called love. They are so stupid for being scarred but unwilling to let go for that thing called love. I always feel that if I had let go a long time ago, I would not have been hurt too much. Why are there so many people in the world who I can't think of?
Finally one day I also encountered the so-called love, and it was full of scars, but I couldn't let it go, and I still felt pain and happiness. Haha - is this a punishment for not believing in love?
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