This is the undated diary:
My name is Yang Xiaqiu. I am thirteen years old. I have never been to school and I have a dog. He has been living in a naive feudal family since birth. This year they are trying to get me married. To be honest, if the other party agrees to marry me, then he is either blinded by feudal ideas or a copper smelting addict.
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I met him, my nominal fiancé. I rejected the idea that his brain was clouded by feudal ideas and he was addicted to copper smelting. He was a mental patient with some brain stains. I suggested that he go to the Japanese National Psychiatric and Neurological Medical Research Center for treatment as soon as possible, and maybe he could be saved.
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As we all know, the eyes are the windows to the soul, and as long as people lack effective spiritual communication, the soul will become sick. In layman's terms, it is mental illness. The reason why my nominal fiancé became mentally ill is because his best friend has no eyes, and even his best friend cannot communicate effectively with him. No wonder there is something wrong with his brain.
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I met the Muse, and the mole in the corner of her eye was like Cupid's arrow hitting my heart... (Praises of more than a thousand words are omitted below)
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The dog I raised actually has a family. Someone wants to snatch it from me. There are also household registration matters to deal with. That's all for today's diary.
Intention: die for love, live towards death.
