Whether you are happy or sad, happy or difficult, you are always just a person.
I carry everything helplessly, licking my wounds silently in my heart, but I don't know that there are still many people who support me.
Being pushed into the abyss by a so-called friend, you still have to cry and say with a smile that it doesn't matter. It hurts as if your heart is bleeding...
You, from beginning to end, are alone.
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Xiu, the forbearance in my heart, all the tragedies in the darkness of my childhood were added to him. This article will be divided into three parts, please support me.