That sense of unreality reappears, as if the world has become strange and the crowd has become unfamiliar.

Although everyone's words and deeds have not changed, the authenticity seems to have disappeared, and it has all become less real.

Language is always limited and there is nothing to believe.

Wisdom becomes the goal of pursuit, career and money, etc., anyway, as long as you can flesh out the character, you can pursue it.

And, even if others disagree, you can still find a reason to refute it, as long as it's a plump character.

Outside of "there is a certain reason", there will always be another "certain reason".

The character is collapsing, and no one knows what that collapse means, perhaps moving forward or going around in circles, or maybe even a new trick of the fake.

As long as I don't finish the kill, then I can be considered a false victory, and I can be considered to be still in the role.

No matter how many words I summarize, no matter how many chapters I kill, if I don't finish it, I don't finish it.

If you can't do anything, you can kill the part you want to control.

Knowing that there is nothing you can do, but you still have to control, maybe this is called struggle or effort, but it is just a cross-dressing show of fear.

Whatever the elements of the picture present, it has nothing to do with this thinking.

It's not about what I want to present.

and other picture elements to play their own, I am like the walking dead, living in this world.

It doesn't make much difference what happens and what doesn't.

It's just false.

Worry, it's just an inexplicable state.

Because my worries are always just guessing, either omniscient or prejudiced, what else is there to say.

There are countless reasons for fear to think that certain things are important, that they have to be taken care of, that they can be controlled.

And with the pull of fear, the distortions became real, and then I foolishly grabbed the.

And to kill, keep going.

No matter how much you say or how much you summarize, it's all nonsense.

In this unreal world, in a world where there are no other people at all, all are my picture elements, what are I doing?

Emotions like shame and embarrassment, although gentle, still make me believe in something and make me grasp something.

I don't care what the character should do or think, but all these things I grabbed are not real.

Even, even if I catch it, it's just the character catch, it's still just a picture element.

I don't want to keep thinking, it's just a very inefficient tool, and thinking that is full of holes is not worth catching at all.

Let the elements of the picture be arranged slowly and presented at will, and if there is anything that needs to be completed by my character, it will be directly heartbeat.

The character must die, and there is no reason to keep the character.

The distortion in my mind is complete nonsense, whether it is my mother or my wife and children, they are all groundless affirmations, they are all artificially made up.

All the advantages are one, "everyone is like this", but what does it have to do with me.

Fear made me cling to these distortions, and taking the character of Yuan Changwen as real would inevitably lead to all kinds of conflicts.

wants to be presumptuous, but is worried that Yuan Changwen's role will not be good or bad, and he will be injured.

It is no longer clear whether it is fear that makes the distortion real, or whether the content of the distortion creates fear.

Anyway, it's death, what else is there to say, and what kind of reason is needed.

Slash, destroy, burn whatever the other party is.

Whether it is a mother, a wife or a child, or a beheading itself, they all have to be burned.

There's no me at all, it's just a picture element anyway, and I just throw away the whole picture element.

All the character attributes, no matter how cool the fantasy is, can only bring disgust.

I'm going to die, the rot is spreading, there's no going back, and no one wants to turn back.

It's either the character dies or I die, it's as simple as that.

Keep slashing, keep going, the black truth is there.

The character is not dead yet, how can I stop?

These people and things are all nonsense.

It doesn't matter what happens, it doesn't matter what the character has, it's whether I'm dead or not is the point.

What do you need to care about in life?

Not at all.

I'm just too lazy to describe the limit, everything has to be ready, and then I just nod and take it.

It's such nonsense, thinking or something.

Perhaps, the element of the picture is to present my worries, to present my anxieties.

What opportunity is fleeting, it's just fear there to shout.

That's it, I'm worried about going downstream, worrying that I'm not following upstream.

This worry in itself has led me off the flow, and wanting to be fearless is a fear in itself.

Death is approaching, and the destruction of the characters is at hand.

The beauty and evil of the world don't seem to have much to do with me, everything is like an immersive movie experience.

That sense of realism is gradually being peeled off, but it's not enough, and it has to be continued.

You don't need to continue to maintain a certain character attribute, throw it away, throw it all away.

Die, there's nothing to keep, and the twists in my head, no matter how wonderful, can only make me sick.

Nothing in this world is mine, it's just a picture element, if you can live like this, I can only say that the presentation of this picture element is simply amazing.

What kind of picture element is not magic, not a miracle?

When I think that the elements of the picture can present countless situations, but they do so, I have to be grateful.

Thinking that the character of Yuan Changwen is not me at all, like a windfall, a life that can be squandered wantonly, I feel that life is full of fun.

I don't know if I can go back to the past and talk to others with a killing mentality?

is still a plump character, still imagining a character named Yuan Changwen is different from others, and then all kinds of scenes collide.

All of them are going to die, the characters are not real in any way, they are all just screen elements.

I have spoken countless words, and it seems that grasping for falsehood has become my instinct, and I must always be reminded to know that the world is not real.

Perhaps, in a dream, you instinctively want to fall asleep, but you need to be reminded to wake up.

It's just death, there's nothing else, you see it's not real and throw it away, that's it.

No matter how beautiful or precious that unreality is, it is not worth grabbing.

Seriously, what the hell are other people?

What's more, there is no one else at all.

It's just what you're aware of, it's just the visual elements that you perceive at the moment.

I don't know why I'm still here, and I'm not going to kill.

Keep going around in circles, keep summarizing, as if your arguments must be reasonable, must make sense, and must be irrefutable.

Not at all, throw away the characters, throw away the world, throw away the whole picture element.

Without a me, what else does I need to convince others, this is not what convinces others but in the plump character attributes. (https:)

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