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She once asked him about things that were hypothetical that didn't exist. He didn't answer, but smiled. The distance between her and him is so close and yet so far. He was a splash of color in her dark world. But in his eyes it was just humble mud. "I said... I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I'm sorry for my existence..." "I was just obsessed with it for a while..." ... I'm sorry, it turns out that it hurts me too. Author's words: I don't know how to write abuse articles, but my little sisters who like to read abuse articles still hold back.