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I love your heart more than anyone else. Ninety-nine steps towards you are all called love. The last step is the last trace of dignity I have left. I weave countless lies for myself to deceive myself. You will love me as time goes by and you will always love me. In fact, in the end, I am just deceiving myself. You don't love me. No matter how many steps I take, you will not love me. This is the truth. I'm sorry, this last step, I gave up.