Have you really fallen in love with him? Even though he is scarred, his shadow is everywhere wherever he goes. It turns out that it is not only his habit of tapping the clock that affects my concept of time, but also my habit of naming. Now all the connections have been cut off abruptly, it hurts, and the broken threads are still bleeding, as if two twins who have always relied on each other were suddenly separated from each other by surgery. They walk staggeringly, they do things unsteadily, and they are not used to it mentally because the connection between their nerves has not been broken. Time is a slow scalpel.
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