No books to read
Write to oneself in anger
I want to commit suicide under a pen name every day
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In the long river of time, countless souls flickered.
We are destined to go to the end of the world, to the demise of everything.
Love is a rope that starts to wrap around your fingers.
□□Death, the soul dissipates;
Our love loses its strength, our courage becomes weak, and we become the most insignificant specks of dust in the galaxy.
But we will never regret it.
Because, at least two grains of dust once collided, they fell in love, they were entangled, and they lived in an eternal moment.
Intention: Be brave and fearless