When I was young, I was obsessed with everything, but I couldn't really grasp anything. There was no future relationship, and the burden was gradually suppressed. Everything made people feel tired. Maybe it was true love, maybe it was a bad fate. What I cared about at the time, what I needed, and what was painful, all left me unknowingly. (This is my first time writing, please forgive me for any mistakes)
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