Every time I see you online, I make a bet with myself that you won't talk to me first. I saw you online and wanted to talk to you, but I didn't dare. I could only open your profile and read it over and over again, or look at the chat history with you. It was like your roller coaster mood. When you got off, I regretted not talking to you. I couldn't find a long topic every time. Even if I got along with you, I would just be bored and talk nonsense. It was like walking from a stranger to a stranger. The same old, yes, I don't understand you. I feel guilty, but have you ever touched my mood? : Yes No Get up. That's it, I hope you have your own one and only in the end, I wish you the best. . . . .
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