For a while, I met a highly respected psychiatrist. It's because of him that I know this story. I think it's absurd, but it's real, so real that it makes people feel a little haggard. I got to know that girl and sincerely called her sister, but I could only look at her sadness and couldn't even give her any comfort. I wrote her down. As a freshman girl, I don't know what kind of future my sister will have, but I really hope that she will be happy. Infatuation is a sin. Love hurts and the heart is fragile. Why not choose to let go? Maybe one day, someone among them must die for this story to have an end, but why can't it have a better ending? She didn't dare to tell her sister. Many people knew about her fatigue and didn't want her to know. Many people knew about her, but they could only look at her wounds from a distance and her stubborn and persistent heartache.
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