She said she would work hard on her own.
She doesn't care if other people are true or false.
The invisible thread tied to the body turns the old diary to the last page.
Rising thoughts have inexplicably tampered with history.
The lips revealed a lifelong curse.
She smiles.
The wooden body exudes a decaying fragrance in the moist air.
See through the past and understand this life.
But he is just living for others.
Segmented fingers slid down the snow-white paper.
This is life.
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What else can I say...= =
The writing is terrible, so I changed my writing style. Rebuild.