(I'm back to write copy after many years, it's a waste)
That man was his seven-year itch, literally.
From the first sight, he is a silhouette that can only be looked up against the light, elusive and out of reach.
"You and I are originally two worlds. Before we were side by side, there was a crack in the world."
The scars of seven years have filled up the heart, traveling around the body, filling every cell with sadness, and then overflowing the body, blurring out the time carved on the paper, and being hung up with an iron lock together with the secret, forever sealed in dust.
Years later, he woke up in a daze at night and met that person's eyes.
"I still can't figure it out, you really didn't look like you that time."
"Now... I can only give you the real thing. Whoever sees it doesn't need eyes~"
"The damn thief is still so narcissistic."
Since the future is yours, you can abandon all the good things in this world - you are worth it.
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Emmm, this is my first formal writing experience, please give me guidance
Ahem, this article is written by Kidd X Shinichi, please give me some advice~
Intention: There is still hope, right?