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129 The Misty of Forgetting

There was a kind of trembling, as if he shouldn't have existed there at all, and the spirit regretted it a little,

She regretted that she had walked so impulsively in front of him, and perhaps she should have continued to lie in ambush in the same place,

Just watch him quietly, and everything that happened, she shouldn't have appeared, she shouldn't have appeared in front of his eyes,

Otherwise, everything becomes difficult in it, and it seems to be in that it becomes very rigid.

It became very embarrassing, it became very overwhelmed, she just felt an awkward feeling in it,

It was a very, very awkward feeling in it, and it didn't feel like something special.

However, although she wanted to leave, she felt that she had appeared in front of his eyes, and did not say a word.

It's not good to say hello to him, but between her and the fall, if you really want to say hello,

She will have a strange feeling that they are strangers to each other, and she will be very unaccustomed to this feeling, so,

She was always there and reluctant to speak, and as a result, she couldn't go, and she couldn't stay.

Many, many things will often arise there, a kind of trouble that seems to be difficult for you to control, something that you are at a loss for.

In that there is a kind of nostalgia, and in that there is a kind of forgetfulness and something that cannot be relieved,

It's something that I feel can't be explained in it, and it seems that it's hard to explain there.

It's just that in that there is fear, and in that there is a kind of uneasiness and something very depressing,

It seems to be something to be forgotten and forgotten, and it seems to be some trivial excuse that has been there all the time to defend himself, and there are always excuses.

And there have always been all kinds of excuses in that.

She will have a sense of dizziness in her own excuses and the excuses of others, a feeling of disbelief and distrust,

Because there are so many excuses, I don't want to believe anymore, I don't want to trust others, and I can't believe in myself.

But in it there is fear, and anxiety arises, and in that worry arises, and in that there is cowardice,

And in that there arises difficulties, in that air, in that void, in that swirling wind,

What kind of depression is felt, and what kind of helplessness and unrelieved and difficult to explain clearly are also produced in it.

It is a kind of emotion and depression that produces a kind of chaos and chaos in it, and it is a kind of something that cannot be extricated.

It seems that I can't forget it there, and I can't forget it, but when I think about it carefully, I find that I still forget it.

It's as if a person who swears to never forget, but, in fact, as time seems to flow slowly there,

But time flies, and in an instant, all those vows that were once there are gone, and they are all abandoned and forgotten there.

It is a forgotten feeling, it is also a forgotten perception, it is also a forgotten feeling, it is a kind of something that cannot be approached, it is a kind of struggle that belongs to the struggle itself.

No matter how hard it is, no matter how difficult it is there, it is a struggle that belongs to life itself, and it is also in it that we struggle without slacking off or giving up.

There will be many difficulties, and there will be many, many deaths and deaths, and pains, like wounds that bleed there.

It's numb there, it's in that machine, it's a kind of stiffness, it's a kind of numbness, and it seems that when it's there to bear,

But it's still there very stubborn and very determined to persevere, and I want to work very hard and hard in it.

It is also a kind of tenacity, and it is also a kind of hard work and unremitting slackness.

It's like something is going to break there, like a wound is going to break there.

will feel difficulties in it, and will feel a kind of difficulty of being bound in it, and will also feel in the blank space of embarrassment,

I was very reluctant to rush forward, just like impulsively, I rushed forward without slacking off and not giving up.

It's an impulse and a kind of hurt, and it produces a sense of exhaustion in it, and it's also in that exhaustion.

Feeling a kind of hurt, a kind of pain that belongs to the body itself, but it is already in it that there is no choice,

It's like, in that very lonely life, except for rushing forward there,

She already had no choice there, and it was not good to choose there.

Because the choice is already there to be controlled, because she is already there there is no choice,

She could only be there, in those last days and days, but there was no choice to go and sustain there,

Because she has no choice there, the only thing she has left is to maintain.

It was all that, she just needed to be there, and in that little upset, trying to make it better, not worse.

There are some things that are clearly distinguished, and there are some things that are not clear there.

There will be a sense of anger in it, as if it were who, who was there again, angry,

was angry at her, and later, one day, she would be very familiar with his anger and rage.

When you get along for a long time, the contradictions and problems between each other become more and more prominent.

It's becoming more and more acute, and it's becoming more and more difficult to solve, and it's hard to escape.

It's just that there's a kind of trouble in it.,A kind of general worry and helplessness that seems to be about to be forgotten and forgotten there.。

Many, many things, is there to feel disdainful and very careless about something,

But what is there in that life is what is there to care about, and there is nothing that is not there to care about,

It's like there's a wound to life itself, a wound to life itself.

Or will you feel a kind of sleepiness in it, feel a kind of exhaustion, and you will feel in that exhaustion,

There is a disgust, and there is also a doubt, a doubt about life itself,

Because this kind of life is a life that is too difficult there, there will be a kind of depression in it.

There is also a sense of confusion and a sense of utterness and relief that seems to be so completely forgotten and relieved.

That's a kind of thing that can't be explained, and it seems to be something that can't be explained, something that is always unclear there,

And there is always something to forget and forget, like a means of deception,

It's there to try all your thoughts, to hollow out all your minds, and to do your best to do what you want to do there.

I will also try to forget there, I will feel the pain in it, and I will feel the depression there,

However, it will be quietly ignored there.

It's like a skill that many people have a strong sense of neglect, no matter how good others are.

Just a polite thanks. And no matter what is not done well there, as a result, it has become a laughing stock for other people's small talk and ridicule.

She will feel a kind of stunned there, and she will feel something in it that cannot be explained,

It also seems to be unacceptable there, and there is a forgetfulness there, as if it is a forgotten pain.

It's something that is very painful and painful in it, a kind of pain that is too much to share, and what is difficult to share.

Because there are many, many plots mixed in there, it seems that it can be summarized.

But the summarizer can only anticipate there some short-lived human beings,

However, all of this seems to have little to do with her white fox's spirit.

She could have moved it all away.

However, it seems that he is still confused there, and there is still a kind of dissociation and ambiguity there, and he seems so decadent and weak.

She was just there chanting, and he seemed to be there and he didn't seem to be there anymore.

Because the Minstrel has been out for a long, long time.

It's like running out of the door of a soul for a long, long time,

She also has a home, and that elf home is her home,

But now that place has long since disappeared there, and must have been completely erased there.

But everything seems to be more than that.