Sure enough, we have to move on, and too many character attributes haven't been thrown away.

If I just wanted to be a custom character, I should have stopped killing a long time ago.

But the fear is still there, albeit mildly.

I said I was going to ruin my life, but I was still full of longing for a better life and kept wanting to flesh out the characters.

The reason is still persistent, the characters are still tenacious, and grasping the things that can't be grasped is simply nonsense.

I never thought about the possibility that I was really going around in circles, that state of alternating between ease and devouring, maybe it was the illusion of moving forward by going in circles.

I don't know, and it doesn't matter.

The character must die, no matter how you go around in circles, whatever you fear, whatever means and tricks you have, it's useless.

It's about killing characters, and I'm not interested in touching the truth.

However, the character must die.

There is no role of Yuan Changwen at all, and there is no me at all, so this nonsense thing called "me" must disappear.

I don't care that after the death of the character, those so-called family and career responsibilities, those so-called mothers, wives and children, etc., these are all things that need to be killed.

If you want to explode, if you want to destroy the character, is it so difficult?

I don't know, no matter how the elements are presented, I'm going to kill them.

In other words, the picture elements always show the character of Yuan Changwen killing.

Nothing can stop me from stopping, those beautiful words, it's all.

Whatever the truth is, here, it's just a piece of shit.

I'm not done yet, and I'm full of anger right now, wanting to burn the character, wanting to go crazy from the bottom of my heart.

Then, sweeping through the entire character, everything is burned to the ground, leaving nothing behind.

I don't know how the picture elements will be presented, but they are just picture elements, and they don't matter at all.

Destroy the distortions in the mind, even the simplest calculations, must be destroyed.

I just have a problem with my brain, I just don't believe in my brain, I'm just killing like a madman.

I don't need to make any sense, I want to explode in my heart, and my reason has been hindering this explosion.

I have to astigate the explosion, I have to push the character to shatter.

The ease and naturalness of the previous one is gone, I have no interest in grasping anything, the character is not dead yet, the rest is just and just procrastination.

There's nothing to think about, it's just name-calling, the state of holding on to something and not daring to let go, it's fear at work.

I don't need to muster up the courage to let go, I'm going to slash, to cut the anchor directly with rage.

What pulling, what emotions, to hell with it.

To die, to die, to die, not to say anything, not to discuss anything, the character is to die.

I don't really know what I'm doing, but the character has to die, and it's all going to be destroyed.

There is a fire inside, accompanied by madness, wanting to break through the bondage of the character.

Once it is broken, then it is the shattering of the character, and it is a raging fire that burns the entire character.

Come, burning, death, destruction.

There is nothing left behind, that kind of anticipation for the future, that yearning for the role, all of them will die.

It's not for a better life, the idea of a better life needs to be killed.

It's not logical, it's not human, it's just a madman who spontaneously combusts with the madness in his heart.

The strange thing is that the madman is still sane.

I don't want sanity, it's just an obstacle, a distortion that looks calm.

Let the character explode, let the character die, whether it is just beginning or about to end, it will destroy the character.

Nothing survives, and I don't want to keep anything, even though the character instinctively catches on with it, it's still just fake.

Let me die, the character can't occupy a place in this world, and no one will pay attention to the role of Yuan Changwen.

Nothing miracles will happen, the distortion in the mind is just an obstacle.

The essence of fantasy is that there is a character.

No one will affirm the role, all the social indicators can only show that the role of Yuan Changwen is a complete failure.

No one will believe the character's words, and I will not have the opportunity to return to the empire to continue teaching disciples.

for I am going to die, from head to toe.

The yearning for a better life, this is still just a thing built on the role, and it is still just a good thing that is distorted and weighed in the mind.

There is fear standing behind it, and it's just a drag show of fear.

Die, whatever else you have to say, die.

Without the role of Yuan Changwen, the attributes of those characters that are seized are all nonsense and false.

It's just a picture element, and unreal is unreal.

The character died quickly, I was not interested in talking to the character, nor was I interested in watching the character of Yuan Changwen kill himself.

Explode directly, and then ruin it all, ruin the characters and ruin lives.

I don't know what I'm hesitating about, I don't know why I'm hesitating, is it so difficult to die?

You have to let go, you have to let the character die, and the character of Yuan Changwen is not qualified to live here.

The distortion in my head is just an obstacle, and there is nothing to believe in.

The pull of fear, the pull of emotion, so what?

Death or death, real or real, I'm going to cut off the character attributes, cut those anchors.

I didn't even know what I was clinging to, I didn't have time to think, and my heart was like a cannonball of rage, smashing directly at the character.

Whatever the character grabs, the whole character is thrown away.

I'm not done yet, and it's not time to stop.

The devouring feeling is still intensifying, and the fragmentation of the characters continues, but not enough.

I'm going to push for all of this to happen and speed up the character's death.

Those methods of distraction, you can attack me presumptuously and see if it works.

No matter how tenacious the character is, it is only a character after all.

Without me, the feeling that I would become another person is still just a picture element.

Characters are meant to change and change, and those frames feel that the boundaries are changing all the time.

There are no characters at all, completely out of nothing.

I'm going to smash it all with anger, and I'm going to ignore the teacher's map and not think about the teacher's words.

None of them are true, and then end the discussion.

I have only one goal, not to touch the real, but to kill the character.

That's it, I don't care about the rest and can't care.

Because no matter what kind of speculation you have, it's just speculation.

And to grasp speculation is wishful thinking, that is, to take what "I think" as true.

Ruining the characters, ruining everything, the rest is a matter of the graphic elements.

I had no idea what was going to be presented, and I didn't want to know.

Thinking is just a picture element, and even if you guess correctly, it's just a thing that the picture element presents.

No matter how things happen, no matter how the elements of the picture are presented, they are just fake. (https:)

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