The hug I received when I was six years old imprisoned me for the rest of my life.
Ps--Chapter 18 is behind the extra chapter! !
[Affectionate academic scumbag vs. Paranoid control sufferer]
[First person be campus article]
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Is homosexuality a disease?
He was silent for a long time and told me in a very low voice: It's not a disease, but this road is too difficult.
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Stop crying, Wang Youcheng, I will let you go...
Aim at love and shoot with trembling hands to open the way for your great secular world
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After all, I have been troubled by the things I couldn't get when I was young.
The old grass has grown wildly in front of the grave for eight years. I go back to the summer when I was six years old, and the singing cicada died and was buried in the snow.
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The weather is fine today, waiting for Wang Youcheng.
If the weather is fine tomorrow, I will wait for Wang Youcheng.
He died the day after tomorrow, and there was no Wang Youcheng.
Wang Youcheng, Wang Youcheng, God, give me back my Wang Youcheng
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For some love that should exist under the sun, always choose to be a steadfast warrior who goes through fire and water. The red roses stained with dew and the madness on the black sheets at dusk should be accepted by people.
Purpose: Redemption text
