The cold lake water soaking through the clothes should be bitingly cold, but why is it so warm? The boy on the shore, is it the ripples of the lake or the pained expression that distorts your face. You pushed me into the water, why did you jump down to save me? With such a distressing expression, how can you make me hate you?
You gave me a glimmer of hope, but do you know it was all a lie!
Don't feel the pain of feeling my pain again. From now on, I will work hard to live on my own.
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