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It is something that wants to be pursued and remembered, and it seems to be something impossible, as if nothing is possible there, a vacancy and blankness that is impossible for anything, a kind of physical and mental depression, and it seems to be a long-term depression, what kind of depression and pain will be completely broken in it, what kind of confusion will be there, what kind of helplessness will be there, what kind of wandering there will be, what will disappear in that wandering, what is impossible there, What is it that lasts for a long time, what kind of feelings it lasts for a long time, what kind of feelings it seems to be so unreal, what kind of feelings and feelings will be completely lost there. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

That's impossible, that's what seems to have disappeared there, when what you have in life disappears there, when it disappears completely, life begins to be difficult there, as if your own life begins to struggle and suffer, a pain that is difficult to maintain and maintain, and in the hesitation and helplessness that is difficult to maintain, you will choose to escape there, it is a long-term and continuous escape, and in that escape and escape, there is something that cannot be found. It also seems to be something that has been forgotten and lost. There's always too much to get out of there.

What is lost in life, what is not gained in life, it is always there as if there are too much, as if there is too much and what is too impossible, what kind of confusion there is, it will tremble there and be confused, and it will be hazy in it, hazy like a fog, like an endless fog. The white fox's spirit seemed to be in the white mist, as if she had forgotten and forgotten the wound on her leg, she didn't move a step, she didn't know what she was doing, and she didn't know what else she was going to do. She just wandered in the air, lingered in that time, lingered there for a long time and at a loss in that emptiness.

What will be forgotten for a long time is something that is unknown, something that cannot be found there, something that is demented and stupid, something that is warm in memories, what seems to still exist in memories, and what seems to still exist, but there are many kinds of beings and things that exist, all of which are not clear there, and all of them are still there and so unrecognizable, as if they are difficult to recognize and recognize there.

What kind of chaotic fog in life, the unknown and frightened wandering in life, is always so long and so long, as if it is a long and long-term wandering, what kind of distant wandering, will linger there for a long time and empty, as if there seems to be herself, and it seems that there is no self, she seems to be there and she can't feel her own existence. When the liquid in one's own life is flowing or not, many, many things are not clear there, and when they are difficult to explain, they will be stunned there, they will be surprised there, and they will doubt something, something that has been doubted for a long time, and it seems to be something that cannot be understood. It's a kind of pain that can't be understood, something that can't be shaken off, it's a kind of pain, as if there is a kind of general pain that exists there.

It's something that can't be sustained, as if there is something that can't be supported there, and it seems to be something that is difficult to do there, as if it's something that can't be done, and it seems like something that will disappear there for a long time. What kind of truth there is, what kind of falsehood, in that truth or falsehood, to get used to something, there to get used to something for a long time and hard work, because what kind of heavy burden will only get heavier and heavier there, only there will become more and more depressing, just there will become more and more difficult to maintain, that is a kind of inquiry, what you want to ask there, what you want to seek there.

However, when she is lonely and lonely there for a long time, she can't ask for any answers, and she can't find any explanations there, and many, many explanations will eventually just turn into nothingness there, into no explanation, and when she can't find any answers and understandings, she will be depressed there, confused there, wandering there, and at a loss in that place, as if she is at a loss for escaping there, what can't be answered, what can't be answered, what can't be answered, There is no way to choose silence, it is a silent silence, and in that silence, I don't know when it will erupt there, and it seems that it is something that will never exist there again, as if it is something that has never been had, a knot and a mood that I don't care about, a kind of long-term and long-term I don't care.

And because of something very far away, and because of something very deep and difficult to understand, there will be pain, and there will be something incomprehensible, and it seems that there is something that I can't figure out, and it seems that I really cherish something, I care about what is wrong, and I don't know which is more important than the other, and what kind of disgust I feel in it, and what kind of unhappiness I feel in it, as if I can't be liberated and relieved in it. It's like something that has been there for a long time and can't be let go.

What disappears, what disappears will disappear there for a long time, what is false there, what is wrong there, and what is difficult to face there, as if there is a kind of dead silence, what will die there, what kind of dead silence and what will die, and what will escape from it, is a long, long escape, a common escape of the mind and body. There is no reason to escape, as if there is no support point for the body and mind, when your body and mind have no support points, and you can't feel any kind of support and pillars, there will be a sense of fear, and there will be a sense of fear. I am also afraid of anything when the fear comes.

What you missed, what you have missed there, you can't get it anymore, you got it, maybe you got it, but what about everything? The passion of the past belongs to the past, and the happiness of the past also belongs to the past, but if it is something that cannot be traced, if it is something that is difficult to recall, then what cannot be traced is what cannot be traced, what cannot be recalled, that is, what cannot be recalled, what cannot be restored, that is, what cannot be restored, and then there to learn to recognize something again, and there to learn to understand what again, and what to respect in it, and what to respect there silently. It's something that doesn't open up there, like something that is difficult to open there, as if it can't be opened.

Waiting, long-term, unknown, panic, mistakes, trance, and love, what kind of support there is, what else is wandering there, it is a kind of long-term and difficult wandering, for what, or not for something, for what is being fulfilled, or for what kind of emptiness and helplessness is buried there, the breath of emptiness is there for a long time and lasts there, as if in all the emptiness, not only the emptiness of air and breath, not just the emptiness of the wind, What kind of mind is there, as if there is a person, a person like her white fox, who seems to be a white fox, because she has a human heart, and is always wandering in the body of the fox and the heart and mood of the person, it is a kind of wandering that has been painful and painful for a long time, it is a kind of difficult sustenance, as if there is something that cannot be sustened there, as if there is something that is difficult to find, as if there is something difficult to find in life. It is also in the midst of being difficult to find, and there is something that cannot be freed, as if it is something that cannot be unraveled.

Is it a knot that can't be untied, or a heart that can't be untied, or a kind of forgetting, and what you can't feel in that forgetting and forgetting, that's a kind of emptiness, that's an inexplicable emptiness, and it's the emptiness that really exists there, and what you want to avoid seems to be there, what you can't avoid there, what you cherish there, and what you care about there, but where you have been there for a long time, it's still there, it's a silent sigh, it's a very weak, very weak, very weak sighWhat is also in that sigh and wants to avoid is a long-term and long-term evasion, and in that evasion, it is a kind of something that cannot be approached, and it seems to be something that is difficult to approach, there is a kind of fear, there will be a feeling of being very scared and afraid, it is something that trembles in that fear, and it is also something that cannot be parted with in that fear.

I always thought that there would be something, but in fact everything was still there and there was nothing, just looking for an excuse there, just looking for a support there, in that excuse and support, I don't know anything, it seems to be something that I can't find there, and it seems to be something that I can't do there all the time, and it seems to be something that I can't mind there all the time, that's a kind of surprise, that's a kind of unwillingness, something that can't be shared, it's stored there, It's been stored for a long time, and it's rotting in it. When what was originally cherished there becomes rotten and deteriorates because of storage, everything begins to become ridiculous there, a kind of ridiculousness that is difficult to recognize and feel.

It is a kind of ridicule of oneself, only where I feel my own humility, where I feel my insignificance, where I only feel my own existence, and where I feel that I do not exist. It's always like, sometimes, you seem to exist, and you don't seem to exist. It's like, always there wishing that you were there, but for a while, or for a while, wishing you weren't there. It is in the very simple hesitation and confusion of one's own existence and non-existence that one discovers one's own powerlessness, a kind of self-helplessness, a kind of long-term waiting, but something that has been there for a long time, as if it has been there for a long time, as if it has been there for nothing, as if it has been there for nothing.

The real waiting, not a relative, not a friend, not a friend, not a lover, not a lover, not a stranger, and it seems to be a stranger, is there waiting for himself, a very strange self, maybe the former self, or the present self, or the future self, or maybe a self that I have not discovered in the corner of my soul that has been hidden. What was there was there, and what was there disappeared. What is possible there, and what seems to be possible, there is such a possibility, and there is no such possibility. And then, there he ran away. A lot of times I want to escape there, but escaping is never the way, and this method is always very unreliable.

If you want to escape, you can't escape to the ends of the earth, unless you die, you can get rid of it completely, otherwise, even if you escape for a while, the depression and tension in your soul are not something that can be escaped for a while, there are many, many fears, always thinking about why? Why? Why do you have to work so hard, why do you have no reason and no principle, and you hesitate and wander there, trying to believe something, and it seems that there are no people who can't believe there, and who you don't dare to believe there.

There are many, many things that are unwilling to be there, and there are not daring, it is a very, very fear, and it is also a very, very fear, and it is also shaking in that fear and fear, it is a long and long-term trembling, and it is also in the midst of that trembling and repentance and fear, staring at it slowly, as if it is there to see something short. I want to see what I want, I want to see clearly, but I am still at a loss in that exhaustion, what is not intentional there, what I am really willing to be there, what I am willing to be there, what I am willing to do there, what I want to do there as I want, but in fact it is difficult to do what I want there, and it is not so easy to do anything.

Whatever you want to dodge has been dodging there, and it seems to have been dodging there for a long time. I don't know what everything has become there, what is so many, what is hard to find there, as if there is no answer there, no reason and no understanding, just something that is being destroyed there, what is only hurting there, and what seems to be there that has been broken for a long time and continuously, it is a kind of hurt, it is also a kind of cruelty, but it is also a kind of ignorance. But there is no more blame. In life, you will encounter a lot of reluctant things there that you are unwilling to face, but you can't want to hide there because you can't face them.

When I find that I can't face it, but it really exists, I will still sigh there, or I will sigh so heavily there, and I will feel a powerlessness in the long and continuous sigh of that life, and I will also breathe quietly in that powerlessness, as if I am resting there for a while, and it is also there that I will not stop something, as if I can't stop something. Life can't stop breathing, life can't stop surging there, a lot of things can't be there, there's something you can't break free from, there's something you can't explain, and there's something you can't explain. However, I still don't want to give up there, and the reasons and reasons why I don't want to give up are also very simple, it's just that I don't want to give up on myself, and I don't want to give up on myself there.

Even if you are not self-centered, you will care more or less about yourself, and why will you give up on yourself. Choosing to commit suicide is when you have nothing to do with yourself, when you are in great pain, very painful and unable to extricate yourself from that entanglement and melancholy, you will be there melancholy, and you will still hesitate there, and in the end, you are still at a loss there, and you are no longer waiting for something, as if you can't wait for something.

Because there are many, many troubles, because those troubles really exist, as if there are a lot of thorns, when your hand is pricked there, you quickly withdraw your hand there, just because of the pain, and because of the pain of being pricked, in the end, I still choose to stop, choose to stop, choose there There will not be too much hesitation and hesitation there to choose to give up and let go, and choose to be there silently. I don't continue to do what kind of struggle, I have to retreat there silently.

That kind of retreat is a kind of hesitation in the face of difficulties and predicaments, a kind of difficulty and hesitation of fear and powerlessness, what you want to do there without hiding, what you want to protect yourself there, what you want to avoid and avoid where you are no longer timid and afraid, where you become well-behaved, where you become forgetful, and it seems that you can forget something there, as if you can't recall something there, it is a kind of copying, who is copied there, and what kind of text is copied there, What kind of life and survival is copied there, and what kind of escape is felt in that reproduction, what kind of escape is lost and lost in that escape, that is a kind of fear and fear, that is an attempt, and it is also a kind of helplessness, just repeating there, because I have found the cycle of life in the sparse chirping sound there, and I am also in that reincarnation, and I feel my own insignificance, and when I feel insignificance, I realize that my existence can be there or not, It can also be that there is no place at all, and there is nothing that cannot be found there.

What kind of coordination is trying to be in it, what kind of difficulties and dilemmas are felt in that coordination, what kind of difficulties and dilemmas are felt in that coordination, and what is at a loss in it, what is a kind of timidity, what is repaid, and what seems to be something that has never been able to be repaid, a kind of difficult answer, a kind of something that is difficult to explain, and something that cannot be explained, where I thank you, I apologize there, and I have to be completely dull there. It's just that I'm afraid, I'm just there, I'm just trembling and trembling and I'm at a loss, it's something I can't find, it's something I can't see, it's something I can't do there, I don't know where everything is and why? What is all this? Why is this happening? Why did all of this happen?

There is a kind of difficulty, as if it is a very difficult and difficult thing, something that cannot be escaped in that difficulty and hardship, what I still want to find there, what I want to do there, what I want to do there again, a kind of timidity, as if it is a kind of cowardice that seems to exist in the heart, and I tremble in that timidity and fear, and I forget in that trembling, I just hope that everything will not be like this again. I just hope that everything can be completely and again blank there. It's just forgotten, but there are definitely many, many forgets and forgets, as if they shouldn't be forgotten there, and they shouldn't be forgotten there.

In the end, she still chooses what to look for there, chooses what to look for again in that struggle, struggles to find something, and chooses not to give up what to be strong there, a kind of strong waiting, a kind of strong and unremitting waiting, will feel powerless there, and will think that it is a kind of madness. Therefore, I have hesitated and wandered. However, I don't know what life is for, and I don't know what death is. However, as long as you understand that when you are alive, you are there to cherish something, just like you are there to cherish what you have, and I feel that the process of cherishing is a very beautiful time and the journey and journey of life.

Many, many things want to be pushed to the outside world, but it seems that there is something that cannot be pushed to the outside world, as if there is something that cannot be done there, what exists, and what cannot exist there. There will be every minute of emotion, there will be a feeling of the surge of life, life is flowing in the veins of one's own life, and in that it flows for a long time, and it flows completely in it. It is a kind of moving of the flow of life, and in that moving, I really feel what kind of disappearance, the surge of life, what has disappeared in that surge and flow, as if it is something that has disappeared for a long time, as if it does not exist, it is a kind of unacceptable thing that does not exist, and it is also in that unacceptable, complete wind, complete cool breeze, and in that faint cool breeze, I feel the non-existence of my heart, as if my heart has disappeared there. It's as if my heart has completely disappeared there.

There is something hesitating there, there is something there is confused, there is also something there is restless, something that cannot be explained, and it is also something that is difficult to explain, as if it is something that cannot be explained, just feeling someone's back there, it is the blur of the back, it is like the blur of companionship, and I feel the cold and loneliness in it, and in the cold and loneliness, I feel a kind of perseverance, and I feel a kind of flow and liquid that belongs to the original existence of life. Life is surging, life is alive, so I want to live there, and I want to surge there. Whether or not you were a person during that period of time and period.

When you are alone, you can experience the time of solitude, which seems to be a person's static time, and it seems to be a person's surging time. And when you are with someone, or when you are in a group of people, you are there to do your own role, the role of a partner, a role that you think is more appropriate, more reassuring, and more real What kind of role, an attitude and mentality, and try not to let yourself be entangled in it, and also try not to let yourself feel too much and too much depression in what kind of mood and mood. That's your own heart, if you can't arrange it yourself, then are you a little unbearable with yourself?

The white fox's soul will laugh there in a melancholy and helpless manner, there it will feel a little helpless, a little sad, some ridiculous and pathetic, and a kind of cold laughter, but it will also laugh softly there, as if it is laughing silently there. In this world, whether it is others or oneself, when they are wrong, right and right, so they shouldn't and don't have to worry too much about anything, too much about something, but it will aggravate the elements and troubles of those calculations, and also in the troubles and depression of those calculations, everything will form a vicious circle there, which is also an unfriendly treatment of yourself.

Gradually, the white fox's spirit gave up the idea of impulsively committing suicide, but she didn't dare to look down, because it was empty, as if there was no land. The white fox's spirit didn't know what was going on, why did her limbs not stick to the ground in the end? She was surprised, but then she thought that she had been inexplicably vacated, and she was afraid, and she was there to suspect that this was another dream, an unreal dream, even if her whole body was vacated, it was unreal. It's just that she is there and waits hard, and there she waits patiently, waiting for the moment when she wakes up from this dream and wakes up.