All this is an obscure pain, the pain of not being able to let go and not being able to get. It is the loneliness of licking one's wounds secretly under the curtains that do not allow sunlight to pass through. It is the humble desire for you to enter my world and my desire to enter your world. It is the piety of wanting to dedicate my body and soul to you.
What does this prove?
In the dim shade of the trees wrapped in dark green where the cicadas chirped, I was captured by you and became the prey on the spider web.
The heroine of this article is a scheming bitch! Scheming bitch! Scheming bitch!
If you accept incompetence, please exit!
The style of writing has nothing to do with the title of the article.
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