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76 indisputable disgust

I will feel disgusted in a kind of fear and what kind of fear, and I will feel so tired there, and I will feel as if I feel unbearable there, what I can bear there, and what I will feel disordered and chaotic there, in the convulsions of my body, in that nausea and vomiting, what kind of unbearable taste and breath, and I can't bear it, and it seems that there is nothing left to endure it. In that helpless endurance and patience, I began to lose my own generality, as if it was difficult to find myself there, it was difficult to recognize myself, what was there was that I couldn't discern there, and I couldn't distinguish clearly, I didn't know right and wrong, I didn't know what was wrong and wrong, I just felt pain there, and I was only there to be pain. It is a kind of pain and discomfort that belongs to the body, as if it is a kind of speech that belongs to the body, a kind of physical speech.

There is something that wants to escape there, there is a desire to escape for a long time, fainting in that place, and losing in that place, fainting in that place, and it seems that he is dying there, what kind of pain is there to make pain, and what is there that is difficult to escape there, it is a kind of cold and cold sweat that is difficult to avoid, and it is difficult to avoid, and it is difficult to escape, but in that place I feel as if I am going crazy, but in that place I seem to feel so trembling, It is a trembling and fear all over the body. There is something that I can't believe and trust, and there is something that is difficult to look back at and do there.

In the cold, what kind of heart is there cold, and there is cold, as if a cold stone is stuffed into the heart, and grows in the flesh, when the cold stone becomes a part of one's heart, or even all and all, what kind of pain is there, what kind of pain it seems to be driven crazy there, a very painful persecution, a pain, and there is no choice in that pain, there is no choice in the breath of vomit, there is no choice, there is high, there is difficult to find, There is too much sustenance there, there is always too much sustenance, there is always too much nostalgia, there is always too much dependence on something, and what is there in that dependence has disappeared there, as if it suddenly disappeared there.

What is in the long run, what disappears to find no trace, is it a forgetting, or turning back, or never looking back, is it staggered, it is staggered in the crowd, in that noisy and noisy world, each other's strangeness, each other's intertwining, just in that passing moment, who has to be completely lost, will also become forever. Eternity doesn't seem to be eternal, but I can't seem to tell the reason and difference, I just feel that it's not the same, it's not too similar, and even what kind of stubborn stubbornness I want to say there: That's it, that's it!

And this kind of stubbornness can only be done when you are a child, only when you are a child, you can be so coquettish, so angry, and when people gradually grow up there, gradually learn to mature, learn to adapt, and suddenly find and feel and perceive that it is not like this, as if there are many, many things, it is not like this.

All of a sudden, the temperature in the air around me seemed to drop there, as if all the temperature had dropped there, as if it had to drop completely. I don't know anything, I don't know anything, it seems that there is something that disappears there, and there is something that is difficult to find there, as if it will be there for a long time and difficult to find, difficult to remember, that is the figure, that is the shadow of who turned around, and it seems to be what kind of shadow is hidden deep in her heart, and in that shadow, she seems to be in a dark hole, feeling death, feeling depression, feeling a kind of as if she is about to die there, There is something that is about to be extinguished, and the pain and hurt in general.

It was a long-term injury, it seemed to be a physical injury, it was a struggle, it seemed to be a struggle in the body, it seemed to be a painful struggle, it seemed to be a general struggle of forgetting, what kind of difficulties there were, what kind of helplessness there was, what was vacant in that surprise, it was an eternity, it seemed to be an eternal forgetfulness and death, the bits and pieces of blood in life and the bubbles of tears in the air flowed there, flowed quietly there, It was quietly dying there, as if it were completely dead there. What kind of anxiety there is, what is there anxious there, anxious in her heart, and forgotten in her heart, is a kind of life that is difficult to find, a kind of life that is empty.

The white fox's spirit took a step forward, and it seemed that every step forward in that space, time took a step back there, and it was not only the surrounding buildings that retreated, not only the blue sky and white clouds, not only the changes in her own body, nor just the retreat of her memory and heart, where the slightest retreat, every step back, what kind of expectation there was, and what kind of expectation was disappearing there. There is something unbelievable, there is something that cannot be believed there, and there is something that seems to be a mess, as if it is a chaotic one, and it seems to be an entanglement.

It was as if it was going to vomit blood there, what kind of difficulties in vomiting blood, there was difficulty, there was disgust, there was anger, there every nerve was painful, and finally it was there to give up, and what was there was still powerless to let go, as if there was nothing to be found, nothing to wait for and something to be guarded. Is it a forgetting, a forgetting, or a hard to find, or a blank, what kind of unknown, what kind of untouchable, that is a corner that is difficult to touch, a darker corner, and it seems that in that dark corner, there is something hidden there, it is secret, and it seems to be quietly hidden there, as if it is stolen.

What kind of reincarnation, what kind of forgetting, what kind of unsupportable day, every day that is difficult to support, when crying will feel the blindness of her eyes there, she seems to feel the pain of her eyes being blind, blind and helpless, when her weak shoulders are there to bear something, when her weak shoulders are there to bear the pain and helpless to rely on something, what she has is there to forget, What is there is that is impossible there. There is also something that is false, as if it is too false to be recognized. Because of space, because it is too empty, and because it is too fake, all of a sudden I don't believe it, as if there is something that is hard to believe there.

Like what kind of trust is destroyed there, the destruction of trust between people and others in life is a collapse of trust, a kind of sorrow, when there is no trust between people. When she lives in this world, as if she doesn't feel her own existence, she will feel powerlessness there, what kind of powerlessness there trembles the pain, but she seems to be there strong and wants to wait for something, and it seems that she wants to be strong there to find something, waiting for something, what is there that is difficult to wait, and there is also something that is unknown and difficult to find there, looking back there, looking back at the guard, As a person in the previous life, and now as a fox, her life seems to be coming to an end, or it is just a new beginning of her life.

Because there are too many sorrows, because there are too many unknowns, there is something that is there to escape, the air that has escaped quietly in the whirlwind, the breath of escape, and a sense of fear that has escaped, no matter what everything has become again, what there is that can no longer be found there, just like the moon in the water, the flower in the mirror, what is very beautiful and beautiful, it is only because it is too beautiful and false, or because it is too false and beautiful, but, There are still things that are impossible there, and there are also things that cannot be looked back at there, and what has disappeared, as if they have disappeared.

It was a kind of loneliness and loneliness of tapping, his fingers were there so gently that it didn't hurt to knock on her head, with a kind of playfulness, but a sense of playfulness, he used to be so smiling that he gently bent his middle finger, like knocking on the door very lightly knocking on her fox head, as if he was knocking on the door, as if he was knocking on her heart, as if he had a desire and desire to see her heart and heart.

She just opened her own pair of eyes that belonged to a fox, but when she stared at him, he still couldn't believe it, and he didn't know why he still felt that he saw not fox eyes, but human eyes, as if he were familiar with the eyes of a person. Something in his mind twitched quickly like lightning, something shook his mind, and then, she trembled there, and he stopped there, his hand stopped in mid-air, just stopped, and the palm that stopped in mid-air was the palm he no longer clenched, the palm that was weak and weak, but it always couldn't fall, as if it was always difficult to fall.

What kind of hard to find, what kind of hard to stop, what stopped was only his action, what stopped was only his action of knocking on her head, and when he stopped doing it, when his hand stopped moving, what kind of content was added to the smile that froze at the corner of his mouth, but what kind of content was something that she didn't understand very well, but she also seemed to feel the solidification of the corners of his mouth, as if it was frozen. She didn't know what he'd rediscovered, and she wasn't particularly sure how he would see and treat her again. She didn't think much about it, but in the air, in the quiet air between the two people, in the quiet whirling air, there was what kind of fear there was, what was there that was difficult to touch, what was there was regret and what was forgotten, it was a kind of forgotten dead silence.

She was just there to feel a kind of coolness and coldness in the air between each other, and in this coolness and coldness, she felt afraid, a kind of fear and fear that trembled all over her body, something that was very scared, something that was very timid, what was lost there, something that was dead, just like in the air and memories and memories, in the dust of what kind of memory buried a seed, that kind of seed was also unintentionally in the time when she herself had not even discovered it, In her memory, in a corner that she herself had not discovered or discovered, in a silent corner, it was there that it had grown, as if it had grown again.

What kind of silence and clarity, what kind of forgetting and forgetting, what kind of pain and struggle, and what kind of panic and horror, but the blank in the memory, the weak grass, every seed of life, has opportunities and opportunities to re-germinate and grow, but it seems to be different, as if it is something completely different, just a kind of nervousness of hers, just an illusion of hers, thinking that something will penetrate her heart, I thought that what was growing in her heart, but what really grew in her heart and heart was a kind of fear, but also a kind of pain, what really grew in her heart, just a pain, just a pain in life, just a kind of pain as if she herself felt that she was there that it was difficult to escape and retreat, a kind of entanglement and forgetfulness that seemed to be there to forget the death that belonged to life.

What floats in the dust, what floats in the dust, as if there is a general breath of sorrow and sighing, what kind of breath is there to sigh, deep and sad to sigh, what is forgotten, as if it is forgetting its own existence, it seems to be there to forget the surge of its own life, and it seems to be there to fear every step of its own progress, as if every step of the walk there is there pain, It's as if every step is there to experience and feel the pain and pain of life, the bleeding in the heart, the pain of bleeding, and the bloody forgetting, as if there are countless termites gnawing at the support and pillars of their hearts. It was as if she was there to feel the collapse of her life, as if all life was there and no longer existed, as if life was also there and could not exist there.

What kind of escape, what kind of dead silence, what kind of struggle, what kind of truth or falsehood seems to exist, and then there is a crazy general disbelief, as if it is hard to believe something, because it is really difficult, because it is really uncomfortable there, it will be there to hesitate, hesitate about right and wrong, hesitate about right and wrong, hesitate about what is true and false, hesitate about the truest and most original meaning of what you want to live, those meanings, It's like a meaning that will be blank, as if there is some kind of meaning that can't be found, and many meanings can't be found. There are many, many things, and it seems that there is something that is not wanted to be found, as if there is something in the meaninglessness that no longer wants to be found, no longer wants to pursue something, and it seems that there is no longer any powerlessness and weakness, and it no longer wants to go for it and work hard for it.

Because it is too powerless, because it is too painful, and because it is too heavy, the price of those is too heavy, and the price of those is too powerless, and in the end I still choose to escape there, as if it is a final road after there is no other choice, as if it is a last way out, because there is no way to find it ahead. When the pace does not move forward, the front is blank and vacant, there is no choice of what there is, as if there is no distance, as if she has completely lost her steps there, she does not know the ahead, because she has not gone to the front, so she does not know the front, many, many things, because she has not reached that place, so she is not clear there, and she does not know what will become in front of her, because she has not reached the end, she does not know what the end is. Although life is a whirling process, life seems to always be reincarnated there, but there always seems to be something that has nothing to do with reincarnation, as if it will disappear because of reincarnation, and it seems that there is something that cannot be found, that is impossible to find, evil is the front that cannot be found, as if there will be an empty front.

What is distant and negligent, what is there is that is negligent, what is there is vacant and blank, what kind of struggle there is, what kind of forgetfulness there is, what kind of unknown seems to exist, where there is unknown pain, where there is unknown wound, where there is unknown what is difficult to find, there is something that is difficult to find, there is something that is difficult to find there.

Because of what can't be found, because of what can't be approached, because of what is lost, because of what kind of chaos is empty, because of that kind of pain, what is cramping in the body is there as if it is something that cannot be trusted, and it seems to be something vacant there. What kind of anger there is, what kind of turmoil there is, what kind of pain there is, but the pain and pain that are always indescribable, but it still can't be stopped, as if there is something that can't be looked back on, what there is there depends on, what seems to be there to rely on, what seems to be there to escape, and there is also disgust in it, and it feels tired, but it is also in that boredom and disgust, there is nothing that can be helped.

There is something that is hard to find there, and there is something that is not real there, as if it were a possibility that is so unreal, and as if there is no possibility at all. What is gone, what cannot be found, what is empty, what is lost, as if in the forgetfulness of raising your eyes, you are still there, but a wisp of wind passes, the original figure has to disappear like a phantom, completely disappearing, just there a void, will be there very empty and empty, and there is a very painful thing, but what cannot be loosened, what there is there is tightly fastened, a pain that grips the heartstrings, the pain of forgetting and loss.

Precipitated in that quiet air, what kind of air diffuses there, as if it is a lasting diffusion, like the disappearance and extinction of the soul, it is a curse, the little man is in his hand, the little man is holding the little man in his left hand, and the right hand is holding a needle, a poisonous needle, and then it is so deeply pierced, very painful, very disgusting something, so deeply pierced, the little wooden man seems to have no reaction, And the curse and effect of the poisonous needle had just begun to take effect, and everything had just begun, quietly beginning and unfolding silently, and the little wooden man was none other than ...... Anyone who knows the little wooden man will know who that person is, and they will also know who the cursed person is, and what kind of pain and painful curse has just begun.

Curse is originally a kind of anger and resentment that is difficult to vent, because a kind of anger and anger is difficult to vent, so disgust, because of disgust so painful, because of pain so unbearable, and because of disgust, pain, intolerability and resentment, so curse, do whatever it takes, just to return what you originally had. But in fact, what was lost can no longer be found, but there is always a kind of stubbornness, and there is always a kind of stubbornness and pain that is still very unclear, and then it is there that it is reborn bit by bit, and it is there that the ugly soul seed is there from a vacancy in the soul, from that painful place, there it begins to grow wildly, and it grows there endlessly and for no reason, it is something unknown, and it is not clear. It's like a mistake, but it's still so unclear why everything is wrong.

Sometimes, the sad one sinks there, the one that falls, the one that disgusts the mind that twists and deforms there, and the pain that is there, the pain that is sad and lonely and at a loss, just trying to get rid of what kind of pain there, but it seems that there is no right way to solve the pain, so there is no way to extricate oneself there, and hopelessly embarks on a painful path of destroying oneself and others.