You have wasted years in endless struggles, and you have recognized yourself in endless sufferings. Sometimes fate is like an invisible thread, constantly guiding you to a certain point. When you reach your destination, you suddenly realize that even though you don't want to admit it, even though you can't see it, and even though you try hard to avoid it, you are still controlled by fate. When you lie in the arms of that man, you may smile bitterly and ask yourself, "Everything has returned to its original point. Is everything I have done meaningful?" '
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