The feeling of death is so wonderful, that panic of death itself is.

The character of Yuan Changwen was not me in the first place, why should I panic about the death of a thing that is not mine?

I am the truth, the only truth, the awareness, the consciousness.

The character's death just brought me home, although it's hard to imagine the state of going home.

Killing will only make life worse, and even the definition of "bad" still comes from a distortion in the mind.

Back to the real thing, it's going to be a nice feeling.

However, there are no characters in reality, which means that there is no such thing as feelings.

Discussing this now is just speculation and unnecessary stuff.

Because I don't have to imitate it, even if I know exactly what state I'm going to be in when I'm done?

Could it be that by imitating it, you can kill yourself too?

It's still just the way to flesh out the characters, like knowing all the taboos of vampires, and imitating them doesn't make me a vampire.

However, it can make me an expert who is well-versed in the vampire taboo, and still just a human being just fleshing out the characters.

The life that others envy makes me feel disgusting and boring.

The state in which I feel comfortable has nothing to do with the outside world.

The urge to dance, the state that I couldn't stop having, the feeling of being relaxed and natural, nothing changed but I changed.

You don't need to get anything, this phrase has been used badly, but I didn't understand it before.

Now, knowing that it's all a twist in my head, a twist in my head, and a pull in fear, I'm naturally a lot easier without this shit.

It's not a magical state, it's like a man with his arms cut off doesn't have hands, it's just a state.

If the character is false, if the character itself is a twist, then slashing is a twist that discards all twists.

Open your heart, relax your body, don't fight that panic, and let death slowly seep into your body.

The reality of this world is still there, but it will never be able to return to the way it once was.

No matter how magical things happen, it's not magical, my existence is the biggest magic, and the limitations that obviously don't exist are presented without knowing what's going on.

What could be more magical than that?

And the presentation of the elements of the picture, the content of the awareness, what can't happen?

The world is destroyed, not by destruction in the physical sense, but by the peeling away of the authenticity of its existence.

I'm not done yet, the slash continues, and I still have to move forward.

The death of a character is inevitable, and I will take the initiative to meet death, take the initiative to pursue death, and forcibly break off the character's attributes.

Nothing can stop me, this barrier itself does not exist, and I don't even have the slightest idea of returning to the way I used to be.

Move forward slowly, kill slowly, it is inevitable to destroy the character, and it is also imperative to destroy the life.

I couldn't find a reason to give up the killing, and even though it would make me feel very uncomfortable and depressed, I still couldn't find a reason to stop.

Can't even make up an excuse.

"The presentation of picture elements", "unreal", "artificial distortion", these words and phrases have always lingered in my mind, and no matter how beautiful words are, they will be shattered.

Life has left me, and those sweet and warm are still just a pull.

Instead of enjoying the sweetness and warmth, I was pulled and forced to discard them.

No one will believe my rhetoric, there are too many contradictions and loopholes.

Luckily, I don't need to convince anyone, and if someone really can't stand it and wants to kill them, then they don't need to believe me.

At that time, the teacher was just a hindrance.

Keep looking for the teacher's map, keep comparing the state of the teacher, as if I have to be in the same state as the teacher is talking about in order to prove that I am moving forward.

Unfortunately, this is still not true.

The teacher's words, the teacher's map, are still not true.

I just believe in the teacher, so I think the teacher's words and maps are true, because the teacher has also experienced it.

But this in itself is wishful thinking, which in itself is no different from believing in God or anything like that.

If you can't find any evidence to believe, but you still believe it when you point it out, this is brainwashing.

I'm not a sane person at all, I'm just an emotional monster.

The characters are broken, and those character attributes are not worth mentioning at all.

I still weigh it with the twists in my head, and life has taught me that this method is no different from gambling.

And when I don't know if the action can lead to the outcome, the twist in my mind goes crazy.

On the contrary, the heartbeat is a good guide.

I don't want to follow the reason for the heartbeat, just because I'm shrouded in fear.

It seems that I know very well that living according to the beating of my heart will make life a mess, and it will make life fail and become scum.

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What do I know?

Can I see the future developing?

Am I omniscient?

It was as if I knew very well that if I acted on the first action of the bang, there would definitely be some terrible consequences.

In fact, I can't be sure at all.

Even if it's a simple "I shouldn't waste all my money on traveling" or something, no one knows what's going to happen next.

The so-called inferences are just twisted tricks in the mind, just predictions made in humble cognition.

Like, predicting infinity within limitations is simply.

I'm not used to it now, and I can't see the flow clearly.

The distortion in my mind was still affecting me, the intensity of the heartbeat was very small, and I couldn't tell which was the heartbeat and which was the fearful drag performance.

Keep going, keep slashing, I don't have any reason to stop.

It's not a rhetoric, it's just that the downhill road makes it impossible to stop.

It's going to die, it's going to ruin the sweetness of life, I know, and I'm willing to accept it.

The role of Yuan Changwen is not me, this world does not exist at all, it is just presented.

The real has always been there, and after killing the character, the real can come in.

Of course, it doesn't matter if you can touch the real thing or not, because it's just a change in the character, just a change in the elements of the picture.

Nothing can hurt the truth, and nothing can affect the truth.

The character sees himself as the center of the universe, which is nothing more than.

The role of Yuan Changwen has no importance, it is simply an inconsequential existence.

The picture elements can present the character of Yuan Changwen countless times, perhaps the same or different.

Even, my life was repeated repeatedly, but I didn't know it at all, because the picture elements didn't show the relevant thoughts.

Then, I still think of the characters as real and don't know it.

That's it.

I can't decide on these pictorial elements at all, and when I think of memories as real, I don't think about the possibility of memory transplantation at all. (https:)

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