Written a few years ago
The inspiration for this article comes from a dream I had: There was a skeleton in the dream who wanted to kill me, but in the end he stayed with me and took me with him, but he didn't pay much attention to me. He kept killing people, until one day he wanted to hurt my family. I tried my best to pull on his sleeves to stop him, but I didn't really hope to stop him. But this skeleton that never cared about me stopped and looked at me deeply, and I suddenly felt an indescribable tenderness from that glance.
At that time, I was in a state of loneliness, coldness, and self-doubt. It was this gentleness in the dream that made me still feel a kind of warmth after I woke up. Suddenly I had an urge to write the scene in my dream into my own story, and to use my own pen to retain the elusive tenderness.
This feeling is so urgent and the emotion is so intense that even after I wrote this article, I felt that the structure of the article was a bit confusing, and the story's twists and turns were a bit abrupt, always with a reckless panic like my own mood.
But what does it matter? This is who I used to be. No matter how unsatisfactory it is, it is also a trace of growth - "I still decided to remember my life, even if it is a futile struggle."
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