All of them make sense, too much truth, and no one can convince anyone.

Perhaps, these truths can contribute to the construction of the imperial dream, and perhaps these principles can make men and women equal or make the poor develop better.

Unfortunately, none of them are true.

It's just a man-made distortion, it's just the humility created by the times.

I would think that the ideas of a bygone era were not as good as those of the present, but this is just wishful thinking.

Unreal is unreal, and no matter how beautiful the truth and logic are, it is only for the sake of society, empire, or life.

This diversion of the subject through the use of reason is only a delay, a means of falsehood.

And I, like this, often fall into it, as if how can I ruin my life like this.

The character is still tenacious, really, he is so powerful, it seems that the so-called ability to resist pressure is simply the peak.

All damn it, there's nothing to grasp about those truths, just prejudice.

At the level of reason, it can be refuted, but it cannot be completely overturned, after all, there is a certain amount of truth.

Just like a small circle, each small circle means that there is a certain truth and occupies a certain position.

It can be refuted that it is not the truth, it is not infinite, but it cannot be overturned, after all, those truths have already occupied some place, and they are already the content of the small circle.

If it's not true, you can end the discussion.

I have to keep reminding myself that killing is not to make life better, not to become a better version of myself.

This judgment itself is to be killed.

The attributes of the characters are still here, and those self-definitions are harassing me all the time.

It's unreasonable that I can tolerate it, that I can not explode without collapsing.

Die, I'll wait for my own death.

I feel uncomfortable when I think about it, so many character attributes, it's obviously, but I need to keep maintaining.

What kind of person I am, no matter what the content is, I hold on to it and keep injecting energy.

Without me, the role of Yuan Changwen is not me.

All words and deeds are just picture elements, and they have a fart relationship with me.

Constantly wanting to plump up the character and use various self-definitions to plump up has become a subconscious behavior many times.

It's a pity that no matter how plump the character is, no matter how the character kills, it's just a character.

Fear still held me in hand, as if I had nothing left and had to try to get something.

Even if you get the touch of reality, it will make the character different, and it will also enrich the character from the other side.

In any case, the characters will think in words and deeds, and they will stand on one side of the duality.

But the inner pull can be cut off.

My words and deeds can be filial or unfilial, but my heart will never allow filial piety to be arrogant there.

Whether it must be filial or not, it is nonsense.

I'm just going with the flow, and the twist in my head is getting in the way.

It's not enough, I need to go further.

The black truth is there, it has always been there, it will not change if it is not affected.

Those so-called truths are just prejudices, and they are all just the strong twists of the times, which is not true.

No matter how wonderful the picture elements are, no matter how subtle they are, they are still not real.

None of them, the whole, all of them, are picture elements.

It's like a painting, with a body in the middle, a scene around, and a variety of thoughts in the invisible.

What does it have to do with me?

Are the other people really real people?

Do other people really have a mind?

How do I judge others to be like me by their performance?

This world is not real, there is no world at all.

It's just the visual elements that you perceive at the moment, and it's just the content you are aware of.

How long can the various pulls of the characters last?

Fear still wanted to whip me, and the power of that fear seemed to make me afraid to let go.

Even if you know that the world is not real, you don't dare to throw away the world directly, let alone throw away the characters directly.

Every time I slashed, fear whipped me, gave me a taste of fear, and made me think that slashing was.

It seems that I still need to think about the role, and the fear of "how can I discard the character" hit me directly.

It's unreasonable.

The twist in my head was self-directed, and then I was so stupid to believe it, and I had to find a way to stop the horrible thing from happening.

The explosion is on the verge of being there, and that emotional pull of "this thing can't happen" must disappear and must be killed.

What can't happen?

Bankrupt, destitute, disobedient, unsuccessful, disabled, paralyzed......

I was the murderer who ruined my life, and now, the twist in my mind is still sustaining my life.

Want to continue to live at the same time, then slash.

Life is bound to be broken, just like the broken characters.

I'm going to let go, let that fear go, cut off the pull of the anchor.

There's nothing to be afraid of, though I'm still scared.

Destroy it, destroy it, it's not a big deal, it's not an important thing.

The world is just a playground and has no importance to speak of.

After killing the distortions in the mind that "life is important" and "life is not important", then what is left?

What is the other place of right and wrong?

I've thought too much, so many chapters of slashing, how many are slashing, and how much is going around in circles?

I don't want to go back, even if I can't finish it in my life, I don't want to go back.

Let's see, what the hell is going to be, all those things of fear, those sad lives, all those lives full of despair.

I need to go further, it's not persistence, it's not a cheer.

Instead it was like a piece of shit chasing after me, and I had to keep going.

Or, like the burning of hellfire, stopping will only make you feel uncomfortable.

When it will end, I don't know.

Even though the teacher said that the deadline would be two years after taking the first step, I still didn't know.

And, the world has become the new fear.

When I think that I might not be able to kill it in ten years, fear flashes.

This has become another thing that I need to slash.

The truth has no effect, it doesn't change, it just exists.

I don't know what will happen, I don't want to know what will happen, and even logical imagination is just a guess.

Further, we have to keep going.

The characters are shattering, and the emotional tug is nothing more than that.

Fear is also just fear, and no matter what the character becomes, it doesn't affect the reality.

And I just don't want these horrible things to happen.

But this idea itself is only a picture element.

Die, the character is not qualified to exist, and I am not qualified to live.

This unreal world is not qualified to control me.

The distortion in the brain is a piece of shit.

I don't have a problem with what happens, and that kind of "don't happen this" emotional pull is the target of the killing.

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