173 stream of consciousness in a faint stupor

It was a kind of forgetfulness that I don't know how long I was faint, and it was like still in that dream,

Still in that confused dream, she didn't sleep very deeply, she didn't sleep very peacefully,

Still in that confusion is a little conscious, some confused and faint consciousness,

But it's still very, very unclear and unclear there, and it's very, very unclear there. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

She was always in that big blur, and she forgot and forgot in that confusion.

She was tormented in the blurred light and shadow, and she was also forgotten there,

It seems that I still feel vaguely that the body has stopped bleeding there, and it seems to belong to the body itself to stop bleeding.

But she still couldn't move, as if her whole body was so completely out of her possession.

It is a kind of painful belonging, and the physical is not belonging.

She was still there in a daze, but she only saw the large expanse of snow white,

It's a large snow-white, very vague, and very empty and blank memory in general.

It's just that I feel a faint pain in it, and in that faint pain,

I felt a kind of sadness and helplessness, it was a kind of helpless heartache, and my heart was cramping as if it was cut by a thousand cuts there.

It is a colic that belongs to the heart itself.

It was a cold corner of abandonment and oblivion.

In that cold corner, where she was just shivering and twitching,

Weakness twitched there, as if it was there as if it was painful as if it would forget everything there,

It also seems that something will be forgotten for a long time there.

What is there is that is impossible there, what is there is pain there,

It's just grieving there, as if it's hurting to the marrow there.

The eight-year-old girl, trembling there, stretched out her hand,

Then, her palm was pricked by the thorn of the thorn, and she quickly retracted her hand in pain.

But again, I had to stretch out my hand into the thorn bush again, and I had to reach out again, still with both hands.

From the first time she was pricked, and after that, it hurt her hands again and again,

The delicate hands peculiar to that little girl were soon completely stabbed and fleshy there.

She was so painful there that she couldn't hold back her tears, she was so painful there that she couldn't hold back her tears,

But it's still there, it's still there, it's still there, it's just that there's something that can't be found there,

It's just that there is something that seems to be something that can't be found and found there.

It was a pain and a sorrow, and it was something that seemed to be about to be forgotten there.

There is something that is disdained there, and what is not cared about there, is a kind of indifferent emotions and heart knots,

And in the thorns of the indifferent crowd, I felt a pain and pain, which was stirred up in it,

The pain and pain of physical and mental turmoil, she wished that she could be at that time,

What kind of consciousness she lost there, and how nice it would be if she could lose consciousness there for a certain period of time,

If she didn't have these sensations and touches, she wouldn't have that very painful feeling.

She probably won't feel the pain and pain there.

What kind of weight is there to bear, or there to walk through the thorns, to touch the thorns with your hands,

When she couldn't avoid it, she gritted her teeth there, and was so stupid that her hands clung to the thorny thorn jump,

The sharp thorns were so quick that they pierced into the flesh of her hands, and was she in pain?

She was in so much pain that she seemed to be there that she was about to forget. It's just that at that moment of pain,

She had a general feeling and feeling as if she was about to faint and faint there.

Is there something to be confused about, or something unknown there, just looking there,

Looking for it, whether it is empty, or difficult, or a blank, I always feel a little chaotic there,

It's a kind of unclear goal, and it's also a kind of unclear goal, and she doesn't like this feeling so much.

The eight-year-old girl, in a daze, her eight-year-old self is still a little stubborn there,

When she wanted to find something, she was very stubborn in her search.

No matter what happens, she has to pick the mountain red, a lot of the mountain red, and then take it back to Ye Luokong to see.

The stubbornness of the little girl, the stubbornness of the little girl, is just a gamble between children,

It's just that each of them insists there, and in the end, they all rise to the point of contention there.

Two children, two children who seem to feel good about each other, but they still don't know for what reason and reason,

There is still friction between each other, and there is still a constant argument between each other, and there is still a constant quarrel there.

It's a confrontation between each other. It's something that they feel very incredible and very horrible when they grow up.

Everything is impossible there.

Everything still seems to be there, very, very confused and vague.

It's just a kind of sadness and sadness that I feel there that I don't trust and believe.

It's a kind of sadness and sadness that has never been properly trusted,

I don't know why everything is like this.

Why is everything there to be so painful and sad that they are constantly hurting each other?

The hurt of each other, the kind of destruction of each other,

It's as if it's always there, it's a kind of non-stop war.

Although there is a feeling of tiredness and exhaustion between each other,

However, they are all so stubborn, so stubborn that they are unwilling to admit defeat first.

I always feel a kind of being used in it, a kind of unfairness after being used,

There is also a feeling and feeling of being hurt and devastated after being used.

It's as if everything is completely out of order there.

It's also that there's no possibility at all.

Just feel a sadness there, just feel a sadness there,

It's just that I can't shake my head there, and it's always a little late to understand and be clear.

When you really understand what everything is really about,

The wheel of the cycle of time is already completely incapable of returning and reversing there.

Just feeling a kind of time difference between each other and missing out there.