Like a blue violence
The halo is crushed by the wind
The powder is like white floating catkins flying in the blue sky as deep as the sea
Gentleness swirls and dances on the fingertips
Floating lightly in the gaps in the flowing clouds
Passing through the aching heart and turning into light on the blade
The philosopher said, "What doesn't kill me will make me stronger."
The empty chest looks at the stars of the dark night in the distance
Homecoming birds perch on the branches
The weak beat of the drum falls on the wound
Reinforced concrete intertwined into flesh and blood
Poetry swims among the bones of Senbai
Rot and dullness begin to spread in the cyan veins
Red pain burns in the wilderness
Wild grass has fiery red hair and slender waist
"What doesn't kill me makes me stronger."
The air is distilled into a sweet liquid
Sticky dripping into the charred barrenness
Like an ancient poisonous poison dormant
"Those who failed to kill me..."
Gloomy poems
lengthy spell
wounds and diseases
They roar in the air
The deep sea where no light can enter
Green algae huddled silently in the cracks between rocks
Elk walking through the dark forest
There is blue life in the silent lake
The rain soaked the old trees at the end
"I will be stronger."
The boy has thin and pale skin
and blue eyes
——Adapted from Luo Luo's "The Poem of Destroyed Youth"
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Part 2: 100 Ways to Die for Your Teammates
I really wanted to lock it away when I first wrote it as a simple piece of writing.
Revising is a manual job, and I am too lazy to do it for the time being. If I want to revise it, I have to overhaul it, overturn it, and rewrite it.
Please don't think that the stupid author is a brainless idiot just because of this article. Although it's almost the same, at least... I've been trying hard to drink melatonin recently.
Um.
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