Looking at the gray sky, a strange feeling came along with it. Boredom, be lost. Walk in this unknown mood, heart 1.1 point to sink, want to escape, but also how inseparable from. We can only let it ravage our heart. Like being possessed, the painful memories rushed into my mind like surging waves, waving my hands to hit my head, but in return it was more attacks. Bear this kind of injury silently, hold your head, lean against the tree and let your body shake. It rained in the sky. Cold rain dripped into his face through the fingers. He opened his hands holding his head and raised his head with his empty eyes, letting the rain wash the pale and feeble face. As if everything had been silent, I just wanted to quietly enjoy the icy coolness until I was sober.

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