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I'm not afraid of sudden death permanent death Even struggling is meaningless I just live in endless Wait until panic becomes a habit Waiting for helplessness as a partner I dare not express pain easily When the everlasting pain becomes a river in my heart It can become a sad blank even when you're busy Pain no longer represents the fear in my heart It proudly brings the gloomy breath of death i know You must never say that I am moaning for nothing But I am such a person who hates pretentiousness. I only dare to read it to myself