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I can't squeeze out any romantic sentences in my mind. Everything looks calm and beautiful. The beast in my heart will probably break out of the wall at any time. I haven't found a way to restrain it yet. It often tells me that the days of suppressing it are indeed very painful and lonely. But I still want to love the world. I will try harder and hope that many years later, it will also have freedom. I couldn't see it crying, so it hid, trying its best to feel the wind and sun, to enjoy being in captivity, and to adapt to this time that it didn't love so I often deceived it. The world would not collapse easily, and neither would it.