It was written casually after a dispute with my lover.
Any conflict will never be unilateral, just as a slap in the face can never be a slap in the face. I am typing these more than three thousand words not to blame anyone, nor to gain sympathy from anyone, but because of my personality, some words are always difficult to say in person. After being entangled for a long time, they can only rot in the bottom of my heart, turning into stinky venom, harming myself and hurting others. Mom said: If you have anything to say, just say it, don't keep it to yourself, maybe he doesn't think that way. But how can I put it, even though I feel wronged to the point of crying, I still feel that I am still the one who is wrong. Everyone has their own experiences, and they also have their own ideas, and sparks come out of collision, which can be colorful or spark a prairie fire.
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