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发帖数: 323 | 1 How are the days?
I feel something there waiting, which I do not like.
I feel it, yet at night there are no one I can turn to.
I feel the darkness. The night which I no longer like.
I feel the self waiting for the night. I dislike it.
Am I happy? Oh, happy......you are so far away.
I am lonelier each day.
As I grow up, to no one I may still be the liked, the kid.
I feel they need me to act in a certain way.
To whom can I show the real self.
To whom is the real self liked?
No one, no where, not e |
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