I, want a future, a future that I like and everyone likes.
I am a scumbag, but I am not willing to be a scumbag. I want to be a scumbag. I have worked hard and paid for it, but reality tells me that a scumbag is a scumbag.
Probably because I was afraid of being questioned, I began to hide in my room and not go out. I was afraid of meeting people and being questioned. I don't know how long I stayed there, until one day, I was suddenly liberated...
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