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I always like to use a pen to describe my ideal world, I like to use the keyboard win their hearts the words, listen to the voices on TV drama, my heart will be filled with a nameless sense of satisfaction, as if done in a lifetime big pieces of a good thing. I think I was a childsometimes curled like a kitten in the corner, I not been found. Therefore, I like black, so I like the night, so I like the night belongs to the poet Gu Cheng,like Night gave me a black eye, but I use it to find a bright doomed. Therefore, I like to hide a person dies room. do the things I like. Is it, this is life?

I feel that I gradually lost myself, lost my blue sky, the loss of my beautiful smile, lost my touch of sadness … ….

Suddenly, I feel that I shoes grew up a lot, but also lost many. Thus, there is a feeling that despite its sympathy, as if to bear a lot of depression, but fate has not been favored. Only that he is a loner, isolated masterpiece, like the heroes of ancient health became critical, regardless of living in the End of the World who are concerned about where you will not even say greetings lightly.

Sometimes, I am actually quite sympathetic to my own, take a look at my life, take a look at all that I own. What do I have? Only one body only, plus 10 of the soul, the poor sad ah! What do I have? I often ask myself. Perhaps this is your life.