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We live in the same city

Time: 2013-04-25 Source: Reprinted Edit: sprbsh Read: Times

We live in the same city, but pretend not to know because of some inexplicable reason, and then groan alone without illness, silently venting our impatience and loneliness, whether I pretend not to care about you, or pretend to pass by you casually, Every pass will make me lonely for no reason, I want to go crazy for no reason, maybe, destined to be only a lonely person, destined to only love life ...

Maybe I should make myself strong, even though I am a person, but I still try to convince myself, because no matter how lonely you are, it is just a catalyst that makes me miss you more, maybe it is just a simple miss, never included Other things, keep thinking from the bottom of your heart, torture yourself constantly, and then make yourself stronger, sickly powerful, powerful for no reason, maybe, also called fragile ...

Tomorrow, maybe I will be very happy to see you, maybe tangled, or sad, but who knows? Who knows what tomorrow will be like for you, what will you become for tomorrow, life is always Makes us feel weird and look forward to ...

We live in the same city, but pretend to be unfamiliar for some inexplicable reason, pretend that you are just a passenger in my life, and pretend that everything in life does not matter, including you, including everything in my life, everything is no longer important……

Maybe I should say sorry to my mom and dad, they sent me to study in this city, but I groaned without illness, doing these things that I occasionally feel ridiculous, but I ca n’t help but indulge myself, maybe I was born Is not a good person, in the inexplicable acacia, ignore their closest relatives, ignore their hope for themselves, put themselves in a dispensable position, always think that they are young and can indulge their youth, Indulge yourself in Acacia. Sorry, father, mother ...

Perhaps our youth is wasted in constant loneliness. Life is the process of constantly falling down, climbing up, falling down, and climbing up again until we are exhausted, lying on the ground silently, looking up at the starry sky, and tears raging on our faces, just like the youth we once indulged in , I used to constantly indulge myself ...

We live in the same city, maybe tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, maybe you will disappear, disappear from my life, leaving no traces, leaving me standing alone on the place, maybe tomorrow, I will It will disappear, and with the encouragement of my parents, I will live silently, and then miss you silently. Maybe I am not enough, but I have indeed achieved my own life. Maybe even the life I want. However, I still do n’t remember you, do n’t say I ’m too fragile, I just miss the past you as I miss my youth, I still miss myself with the past you, I miss the days with you ...

We live in the same city. Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, who knows what will happen, hope, tomorrow myself, I will still be happy to see you, hope, tomorrow you will remain the same, will not change, it is worth remembering at the end of us In these days, in these days I want to keep ...

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