There are fewer and fewer forks to choose from, and the path to take is getting narrower and narrower. You ask me why I didn't stop, why I didn't come back? I can't tell you the answer now. One day, when you truly understand the bitterness of being on the edge, you will no longer ask. You will understand and envy me for having a companion who was far away from me.
These are just a bunch of abandoned people, standing at the edge of the world, with predictable endings and unpredictable experiences. Some people have no desires, some have evil intentions, some are liars, some are like fools, and all the mess, no matter how clear it is, is just a story.
I haven't logged in to this ID for a long time, but someone still pays attention to it. I'm so touched!
I changed my pen name to coffeye.
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