This is the obstacle, the twist in my head and the fear that is holding me back.

I want to destroy it all, burn my own world like a madman. What qualifications do you have to control me if it's not real? No matter how reasonable fear is, it's still just a means of deception.

It's not real, right, there is no world at all, and there is no role of Yuan Changwen at all. It's you, who use fear to shape me step by step, step by step to make me grab something and pile it up into the framework of the character.

Does material destruction work? I don't know, but it's just an escape from the fear within. Even, the act itself is based on fear, and "wanting to destroy fear" is itself a fear.

I let go of the tension and saw that these were unreal things, and I was just stuck in place by the strong emotions. It is only necessary to break the protection of emotions, or rather, to allow yourself to jump into strong emotions, and then find that these seemingly terrifying emotions are just a thin veil.

Yuan Changwen suddenly found that he seemed to be looking forward to the fear coming again, and he didn't know if he could jump in. Perhaps, he will still be like before, trembling in fear and not daring to move.

It's all gone, whether it's my mother or money, it's all gone from my mind. You are not allowed to exist here, nor are you allowed to be presumptuous, mother, wife and children, etc., all get out.

I know it's going to ruin my life, it's going to ruin my life, so what? Why do I have to fight in a fake role? How long does that unwarranted fear want to control me?

Unreal is unreal, and since I can't be sure of the character's existence, why should I stand directly on the side of "the character is real"?

Infinite existence, non-existence of limitations, all this is just the presentation of pictorial elements. Consciousness is real, that awareness is real, so why can't I stand on top of what is already certain?

Falsehood is beautiful and wonderful, but it doesn't have the right to control me, even if it's for an immersive experience, and it's not qualified to be presumptuous in my head. I'm going to destroy all this, I'm going to destroy all this, what can stand in my way?

Those fears, those people and things, those family warmth and sweetness?

I don't know what else you're capable of, but I know your inauthenticity and your tricks, whatever they are, are all designed to make me catch these untruths, to put me to sleep.

There is no need to argue about the specifics at all, what is not true is what is not true. Even, it can be argued, and this act in itself proves that your trick is only one-sided, and only justified in one way. And this kind of reasoning, affirming something, proves that it is not justified in itself.

What is the truth that a truth only applies to certain circumstances and assumptions? Or what is there to believe in such a truth?

What qualifications do we have to pretend to be true if we arrive at the truth of "what I think" through limited knowledge and knowledge?

That's it, I'm not going to fight you on the level of tricks, just throw it all away. Of course, you'll protect these with your emotions, and you'll use fear to keep me from throwing them away. But, that's it, right, these twists need to be injected with energy to maintain.

Someday, I'll get tired of your tricks, like I'm feeling right now. All the twists need to be grasped by our group to be maintained, and maybe fear will make me afraid to let go, but it also takes energy to grasp.

It's like a person who tries bungee jumping, maybe he will hold on to the edge and not dare to let go, but my whole person is already hanging outside, and it is only a matter of time before I let go. How long can this constant infusion of energy to maintain the distorted behavior last?

Especially, after I hate your fears and know that all this is false, how long can it last?

You're dead, of course, you don't exist at all. However, you have deceived me and misled me, and the moment this behavior begins, you are doomed. Because we're not real, and when you start deceiving me, you're already in your limits.

We will all die and dissipate, as will the whole world and the universe. As all this never existed, everything will dissipate, because there is no such thing at all.

There is no evolution, there is no universe, all this is just the presentation of the elements of the picture at this moment.

What am I still hesitating about? I'm like I'm cautious about the shit in my hands, but I'm getting more disgusted with the shit. You use emotions to make me catch shit, but it won't be long, for a lifetime?

Yuan Changwen didn't know how to describe his inner state, on the one hand, he hated falsehood and disgusted himself for deceiving, but on the other hand, he simply didn't have the courage to throw away these distortions directly.

Who knows what a character without me is? I am very satisfied with the role of Yuan Changwen, but I am still unwilling to throw away this role. In other words, I am always afraid of throwing away the character.

Just thinking about it, I will no longer be able to perceive the role of Yuan Changwen in the future, and I will no longer be able to use the role of Yuan Changwen to speak, and there will be a trace of panic in my heart.

It's a pity that the three words of untruthfulness stand firmly there like a needle in the sea. As soon as I look up, I know that everything about me is nothingness. I can't go back, I don't want to go back, I go back to that ignorant life, I'd rather die.

Perhaps, I really can't kill it in my life...... As soon as Yuan Changwen thought of this thought, he suddenly felt that he could definitely complete the killing and become a legendary existence. The weird thing is that if it really succeeds in killing and becomes the legendary existence, it is not Yuan Changwen himself at all.

I'm worried about ruining my life, and if I don't touch the truth at all, then my life is really over like this? I can't go back, I can't move on, is there really only death?

However, this fear does not make sense at all, I don't even exist, what else is there to worry about?

Yuan Changwen was at a loss, and seemed to be in a dilemma that he couldn't kill again. Obviously, my family is presumptuous in my head, money and the future are still in my head, how can there be nothing to kill?

I have a headache, I can't seem to concentrate on my thoughts, and those inexplicable distortions are being presumptuous in my head. I'm going to be crazy, I'm going to be crazy too, all this doesn't exist at all, who allowed you to be so presumptuous?

You should throw away your reason and start destroying the stage in desperation. I don't want any life, any worries, any plans for the future.

Unreal is unreal, and there is no room for manoeuvre.

I don't even exist, and I'm talking about some kind of bullshit.

It's such a non-stop discussion, this is such a non-stop discussion, and fear whips me deeply.

If you have the ability, kill me, if not, then wait for me to kill you. ()

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