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Not wanting to think about anything and not wanting to say anything, thinking about what to say is futile and meaningless. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info I know you're back, when I can't help myself, when my heart is panicking, you're by your side, I look around, there's no shadow of you, but your voice tells me: you're there.

Do you remember this day?

Twenty years ago today, we knew each other and loved each other, and our days together passed so quickly! You have been away from me for four whole years, and these four years have been hellish for me, and every day and every day are alive in dire straits. Maybe without you, I am no longer called "alive", I am already a person with an incomplete soul, and I have been so miserable for the healthy growth of my child, I should give my child a happy life no matter what, and I can't destroy her.

You've been there for the past two days, haven't you? The cold in my back, my inexplicable chills, are you by my side? But I can't see you, I can only feel your presence with my heart. My heart started to hurt again in this month of June, and the premature beats kept coming, and I couldn't resist starting to take medicine.

I have bought a plane ticket and returned home in early July, back to my mother, back to the grassland where I was born and raised, I haven't been back for two years, I can't face the care of my relatives and their distressed eyes, I would rather bear this pain and despair alone. This year, while the children have not made up the lessons, I should go back to see my parents when I have time, they think that my heart is broken. I want to go back to visit your parents, although they may have long forgotten that there are still your flesh and blood thousands of miles away, and they value money more than life, but I still don't resent them, and I only have blessings, after all, they gave me such a good you.

You have abandoned us in this foreign land thousands of miles away, and I am so lonely.

It is said that time can dilute everything, but this pain and longing follow me day by day, for fear that I will be better than a minute.

Tell yourself that you have come quietly today, and you must not cry, but the tear ducts have not dried up, and the tears have smashed on the ground and bloomed beautiful flowers, like the last touch of red left to the world after your soul is separated from the body.

June!626! My life will be exhausted in the following June.

No matter what I do, I think: I can't come back, I'm gone, I'm dead......

Maybe I'm depressed.