So called Forever

Mode. This sentence pattern makes people sad and helpless. Don’t want to say so much. What is written is nothing but a pessimistic presentation. It doesn’t help. Disasters as big as society. The flood is ruthless. No one dares to refuse when it comes to human life. About personal family sadness, although groaning, sometimes someone will hear it. Gradually separated some words can no longer have their true meaning. The cause of blame can only show our poor and pathetic. I am heroic. But what’s the use? I said to you: I am forever to you. If you live for a thousand years, I will try my best to survive for five hundred years. I am half of you. The world is good enough. I can’t be picky. You are here. I will disappear. I will not manipulate words any more. The function of words ends here. My disappointment with words is due to my trust in words. In fact, everything belongs to bullshit if the world no longer loves me. Then I am looking for you and I imagine you are as pure as you are to this world. But I am indeed disorganized. I began to listen to distant calls. How far is it? The distance between me and you, I can’t break my fingers. People who love me say that I am getting thinner and thinner. Maybe I will suffer something I can’t imagine. I will be fat and bloated because of this. I will never make you miss life like this. I remember my life as running account 1.1 drops. About the future and dream, it is just a dream that has not yet come. Sometimes I tease the world and its components. But those things that do exist cannot be killed. Sometimes I really want to bury the whole life of the world, then kneel down and light a pillar of incense to cry. I believe I will live a lifetime. And die because of you. In this world, people only change what they like. I know you, and the most dedicated heart has climbed mountains and mountains for me. There is no domain name available.

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