There is no reason to talk about it, throw it away, throw it all away.

I don't know what I'm still grabbing, but whatever I grab is.

Eventually, you will let go, and the power of emotions is still strong, but that's about it.

The state of destruction never ceases, and the feeling of devouring never abates.

The character is bound to be shattered, and I have nothing else to do, even for a lifetime.

Perhaps, it doesn't take a lifetime, maybe the body will die long ago.

It's funny to think about it, immortality, which is regarded as an immortal, is simply enriching the role.

There's a thing that transcends time, but unfortunately it doesn't have a character.

It is not me who touches the real, but I must be discarded in order to enter the truth, to the state of complete immutability.

No time, no change, always there.

It's real, it's impossible to imagine at all.

The whole universe doesn't exist, it really exists, but it doesn't correspond to my perception at all.

Explosions happen all the time, and that sense of expansion is bound by the framework of the character, which is really a tough character.

I used to think that it would take a lot of effort to stay sane, but now I realize that it's not so easy to go crazy.

Other things have become no longer important, and before that, I was trying not to let myself be pulled by other so-called important things, and I was concentrating on killing them.

But now, the emotions are not pulled, and the important things are no longer important, as if I don't think those important things are still important.

What used to easily scare me is now stinking like shit.

Is it because emotions are no longer pulling, or is it a change in the way you look at things?

Or is it the pull of emotions that makes things important, or do I think things are important and cause emotions?

Too many words are just to flesh out the character, to choose a position and then to maintain that position.

I know this position is fake, but something must be said, and that's why chatting can seem disgusting.

Why is it necessary to go to the meeting?

Why is it necessary to be with family?

Small countries and widows, maybe just for the convenience of life.

It's hard to imagine how the empire would have grown if everyone were like me.

"Without a strong national strength, how can we defend ourselves against alien enemies, and how can we keep human civilization alive?"

Makes a lot of sense, doesn't it?

Thankfully, I didn't need to explain or express my slash in front of everyone.

A person slowly fell into the depths of this lake.

This kind of picture makes me feel beautiful and lucky.

Unreal is untrue, and no amount of truth can change that.

No matter what historical events suggest, it's just "in my limited knowledge, I think" sentence.

What is the reason to say that someone has a quirky personality?

Perhaps, the most eccentric of all, is myself.

It's all character-level stuff, there's nothing to argue about, and there's nothing real to speak of.

Is a certain character state real?

This statement itself is a kind of nonsense, the existence of the character is false, and it does not matter what kind of state the character is.

I have always believed that the role is very important, and I have always been running for the role of Yuan Changwen.

Almost every thought is formed with the goal of plumping out the character.

The explosion shattered the characters and wiped out the world.

I don't need life, I don't need beauty, death is my company.

Let me cut myself down with a knife, and what comes out is not blood, but the pull of emotions, the distortion of my brain.

Why should I hinder the explosion, and what qualifications do those people and things have in my head?

The so-called reluctance, the so-called pity, and the so-called heartache are just emotional pulls.

It's these emotions that make me ignore the unreal, and then cling to the distortions in my head, to the people and things.

The cries of my family, the tears of my mother, the grief of my wife and children, these are the things that try to convince me to stop killing.

The composition of the anchor is emotion, and it binds things that are obviously unreal, and makes me think they are real.

I don't dare to let go, it's still an emotional pull.

These are all character attributes, and they are all elements that make up a character called Yuan Changwen.

Nothing is real, there is no truth in this world.

I don't need to go into how the characters are made, just throw them away along with the characters.

There is only one opponent, and that is false.

Yes, my family will cry, my mother will cry, my wife and children will grieve, I don't deny that.

These emotions are not real in themselves.

It's just the presentation of the picture elements, nothing big of a deal.

I'm pulled by emotions because I'm not real and my emotions aren't real.

There's nothing to resist, there's nothing that can't happen, and all of this has nothing to do with thinking.

The direct presentation of the elements of the picture, including the mind, is presented in this way.

None of them I was thinking, none of them were feeling emotions, and none of them were walking in the world.

It's all a presentation of picture elements.

Hand yourself over, the distortion in your head is just an obstacle and not worth believing at all.

Besides, it's just presentation, so what does it have to do with thinking?

It's just a matter of presenting a scene and thinking accordingly.

As for whether this thinking resists the scene or likes the scene, these are all okay.

It's true, once you speak, you can't help but fall into the role.

And at that time, it seemed to be diverted, as if I wanted the character to win.

Commenting, I don't want to shut up at all.

What is there to say?

This one is right, that one is wrong, and the result is just.

Talking about industry, talking about life, talking about games, talking about ideas, it's all based on assumptions.

I felt sick to myself, and the twist in my head was always lingering there, grabbing the twist again if I wasn't paying attention.

Because distortion is the key to my victory, and it is my weapon to convince others.

But the killing is carried out with my defeat, and the victory with the atrophy of the character.

In the end, there was nothing left.

There is no role in the real, and the role in the false has nothing to do with me.

It's not the first time I've wondered if the killing was the right or the wrong one.

But this emotion is only fleeting, after all, it is just the presentation of the picture elements, and it is not something I let myself get to this point.

There is no causality, no passage of time, just a perception of the moment.

There is no need for association, or rather, association itself is just a presentation.

It's not that I'm associating, there's no me at all.

Just wait for death slowly, and wait for the cute embrace of death with little happiness.

Perhaps, depression is the beginning of the killing, and if you don't stop it, it may cause the character to break down.

Not to mention that the slash is complete, it may shatter the template character.

And defining depression as a bad thing is itself misleading.

It's all, and all the distortions in my head are.

All kinds of judgments and all kinds of baseless affirmations must be destroyed. (https:)

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