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Who am I? I have asked myself this question countless times, and I still haven't found the answer until my death.
Ye Ling is my name. It means feathers in the night. They are like garbage and no one wants them.
I was pushed around by some people until I died, but no one wanted me.
I finally found someone who wanted me, but he hurt me again and again.
My heart was completely pushed into the ice cellar.
Later I learned that the original meaning of "Yeling" and its pronoun for people are
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