A short story written in 2007, very immature.
When I look back at this article now, I feel it is ridiculous and written by a mistress, but it was written with great care.
I couldn't bear to give up, so I canceled my ID and reissued it under this vest.
People must be responsible for the words they have said and written. I think it must have recorded my mood at a certain moment in the past.
I'm grateful for that - no matter how excruciating the content may be.
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