Slowly, let the character break and let yourself rot.

Far from human morality and goodness, that's just a piece of shit.

Continue to destroy, here I am, slash myself to death with one sword, and the character will inevitably die.

There is no me, just watching the characters plump up, watching the characters slashing, that's all.

That awareness doesn't appear in this world, I can't grasp it, I can't touch it.

The so-called cultivation to the real is still just a certain state of the character, and there is no essential difference between being happy and uncomfortable, depressed, etc.

It's still just a character, and the real is still real.

It's just that the status of the character doesn't seem to be common, but it's still just a character.

The truth has always been there and has never changed.

Death is all around me, and the role of Yuan Changwen will dissipate at any time.

Kill yourself, ruin your life, those precious things are all emotional pulls, and there is no truth at all.

I built a whole bunch of inexplicable stuff on top of the fake gadget, and then clung to it all with fear, as if it was all important and couldn't be thrown away.

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It is to destroy oneself, those so-called futures, those so-called plans, are all just nonsense.

An unfounded affirmation, if it weren't for the pull of fear, could have made me believe for so many years.

Let's see who dies first, whether life kills me first, or whether the character is hacked to death by me.

A malevolent universe?

This statement itself is not credible, it's just that fear has been pulling, and I have always wanted to flesh out the characters through this.

Once the energy injection is stopped, the character will slowly deflat, like a leaky balloon.

Nothing real, and nothing to hinder the slash.

How clear and untrue, is there anything else to argue about?

As long as you admit that it is not true, then there is no need to continue to discuss anything, is it not a kind of nonsense to still want to grasp it under the premise of being untrue?

I was afraid of ruining my life, and at the same time, I hated the falsehood.

Thinking that my mind is full of distortions, thinking that my own existence itself is false, I can't help but want to kill.

And fear has no role, so I don't dare to go under the knife, dare not discard the role, and can only go around in painless circles on the edge.

See how long this tug-of-war can last, and how long can the arm that grabs the cliff hold up?

Don't resist, just die.

It's not me in the first place, the role of Yuan Changwen has nothing to do with reality, what is worth grabbing.

Thinking is only a picture element, of course I will say that I am important, but this kind of thinking itself is only a picture element.

Therefore, fear is only fear of the character, and has nothing to do with reality.

Watching the characters in fear, watching the characters slashing, watching the characters in a tug-of-war are all picture elements.

Either way, it's just a character-level thing, it's just something you're aware of.

If the kill is not completed, it will not affect the truth.

The killing is complete, the real is still that real, and there will be no change in the slightest.

I'd love to know what the real outside of the black is.

It's a pity that the real is the infinite, it's everything, and nothing can be outside the real.

So, the truth is, I live in something black and infinite that doesn't change at all?

It's hard to imagine that there are no characters.

Endless darkness, but not a single character is in this darkness.

The black reality always makes me feel a little panicked.

Just let me fall, it's unstoppable, all obstacles are just delays.

There is no thinking in reality, there is no reality thinking about why it exists and so on.

Because in this way, there is a reality, and the thing that contains the reality, so that it is still just a false state of the character's existence.

There is no evolution, no change, the truth is there.

Why is it there?

Why is it there?

There is nothing outside of reality, and how does reality itself exist?

It's hard to imagine yourself living in such a place, and in fact, there are no characters living in reality at all.

Come in, real, I'll give you the place, I'll kill the character of Yuan Changwen and make room for you.

Picture elements have been pretending to be real, shouldn't the question of "who am I" be the first to be solved?

It's still just a hypothesis, assuming that there is this universe, assuming that there is the character of Yuan Changwen, and assuming that there is a linear passage of time.

The gaze from the real directly dissipated the anger and reason in the body.

It seems that everything becomes no longer important and out of one's control.

It's just a picture element, what does it have to do with me?

The character is going to die, no matter whether he can really come in or not, whether he was deceived by the teacher or not, and no matter what the final outcome is, the character has no reason to exist.

Those so-called boundaries, those self-definitions that frame roles, are just an obstacle.

When I think about the uneasiness in my heart when I am entertaining, the inner shadow of "I will lose everything if I don't work hard", you can know how much I am corrupted by fear.

I don't understand why my former self believed in those inspirations and passed them on to my disciples.

Obviously, once there is no fear, then none of this shit is needed.

The first thing is to "not be afraid", not to encourage or fall into the fear of drag performance.

The character's words and deeds don't matter, the key is to cut the anchor.

Without the distortion in the mind, there will naturally be no so-called worries and fears, and naturally there will be no need for inspirational encouragement and the like.

I don't know what happened yesterday or what the hell tomorrow will be.

You don't need to remember anything, you don't need to plan anything from memory, something that's based on assumptions.

It's not about a better life, it's about ruining life completely.

Or rather, to destroy the anchor that "life cannot be ruined".

Broken characters, there's nothing to struggle with.

I would watch carefully as the characters struggled, at what else the characters would grasp, and at what tricks the bewitching woman would play.

The role has nothing to do with me, and the funny thing is that I can't even let the role go.

I'm the character, I'm the fake, and that absolute neutrality may only come after the kill is complete.

I feel that what I feel inside me is not a feeling of devouring, but a feeling of vomiting.

After spitting out the character, the real will come in.

Of course, maybe not, who knows how.

The character will die, and emotions will pull to make the character reheal.

It's still unreal, it's that simple, unreal is unreal.

The emotional pull doesn't complicate things, it's just that under the emotional pull, the twists in the mind are easy to divert attention and unwilling to kill the character.

As a result, the whole thing seems to be super complicated.

Unreal or unreal, the truth is still there. (https:)

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