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82 What doesn't exist

There was something that became difficult, and there it began to become more and more difficult, and there it began to become more and more overwhelming, a kind of nervousness, a kind of panic, and a kind of unrecognizable, as if it were something unrecognizable, a very strange gaze, and the light, which seemed to be sunshine, and it didn't seem to be, she was just there and suddenly felt a blur in front of her, a blur in front of her. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info She can't find it there, she can't find it there, she can't get close there.

There is something that is not clear there, there is something that is feared there, there is also something that is there that is difficult to approach, and it is difficult to get close, and suddenly it starts to become difficult there, and it is more and more difficult to be overwhelmed, and it is also sad in that difficulty, it is the sadness that sinks into the heart, it is a feeling of sadness and loss that will be forgotten there, and there is the air, which is very lonely, very lonely air, immersed in the lonely air, between each other, Once again, everyone was silent.

The distance between each other can be very close or very far, the distance in space is the distance in the heart. It's like this, it's so realistic, I want to get close, but I can't get close, what kind of warmth I want to get, but I suddenly find that I can't warm it, I can't warm a heart that can't be warmed there, it's lonely there, it's lonely and lonely there, it seems that I can't find the answer there, and it seems that it's hard to wait and wait for an answer there.

There are a lot of misses, and after being constantly missed, and after constantly missing there, there is no longer anything to be found, as if something has never been discovered, there will be sudden tension, there will be sudden panic, and there will be sudden confusion, as if it is a struggle, a kind of struggle and forgetting and forgetting that I seem to not understand very well. There is confusion, there is hesitation, and what is difficult to find is the confusion of direction, and it seems that there is something that cannot be found.

When nothing can be found, when the front begins to become confused and blurred, what there is will be there to be confused, what there will be at a loss, what is close, what is lost, what is forgotten, and what is lost there, as if what has been lost for a long time, as if it is lost, it is the loss of a part of life, and it is also in the loss and abandonment. It also seems to have lost itself in the air and dust, generally, as if it is difficult to find oneself, as if it is something that will be lost there, whether it is the dust and dust in the air, or the blankness and filling in the dust. It seems to be all vague something, it seems to be all unclear and unclear something.

A lot of melancholy, a lot of hesitation, a lot of hesitation is living in it, and it is growing in it, it is a kind of unknown, it seems to be a blank, it seems to be a struggle in life, a kind of pain that will be there and struggle for something, what is lost there, what is there is disappeared, what is there seems to be, as if it has not existed, what there is not there, what there is vacant there, What kind of heart is trembling there, and it is cold, as if it is lonely and lonely and trying to bear the strong one well.

If you want to learn to be strong there, if you want to be strong in that lonely air, whether it is a person, a person in the crowd, or a lonely person, it doesn't matter. She believed that she could overcome it, she thought she could overcome it, so she was there to endure it hard, she was there to learn to be strong, she was there to try to forget, and she was there to forget again, as if she couldn't find a forgotten thing or something. What kind of forgetfulness, what kind of blank in the mind, also in the vacancy and blankness, is the pain that belongs to the soul, is a kind of pale pain that belongs to the soul, and in the paleness and powerlessness, no longer want to get close, no longer want to seek and look forward to something.

What is there is starting to become short-lived, and what is there is is starting to become more and more short-lived. Something that disappeared for a while, something that didn't exist for a long time. What kind of heartache and unbearable, what kind of pain and helplessness, and finally made up my mind there, but because there was no way, I tried to go far away, I wanted to go there slowly and gradually distant, maybe after that slow and distant, what there was no longer existed, and what there was was there was no longer possible.

What can't be traced is like something that is difficult to find, it's a kind of falling of the heart, just looking forward to it there, but it's an empty place where you can't expect anything, and you can't find anything there, and in the end, you still choose to forget there, forget everything in general, and forget it like the air that has been forgotten. It's something that can't be faced, like something that would be so neglected there, something that is no longer close there. Let the heart be cold there, let the heart be there dead and lonely cold, cold as if it were a winter, cold as if it could no longer be warmed there. There is something that can't be waited for there, as if there is no end to waiting. What will be sad there, what will hurt there, what will be difficult to find there, as if there is something that cannot be waited for.

The bosom that can't wait, the warmth that can't wait, where I am melancholy, where I ignore, where I am cold, when what is there is so true, what there is there begins to avoid, where it is getting colder and colder to avoid, and in that evasion, I find that I care very much, what I care about in my heart, but I still want to ignore it there. Because I was already trembling there, my heart trembled there as if it had been burned, and I couldn't mind something in that trembling, as if I couldn't let go of it there, I couldn't let go of it, I didn't want to go to something warm, I was afraid that I would be hurt in that warmth, I just wanted to reduce what kind of damage I could reduce, I just trembled in pain there, my whole body trembled in pain, and I felt what kind of cold I felt there. It's getting colder and colder, like a winter, like a cold winter.

It is in the midst of desolation and sorrow, what is difficult to approach in warmth, as if it cannot be warm, as if it is difficult to be warm there, when the warmth is impossible there, choose to be strong there, to be strong again to make yourself lonely again, and in that loneliness, you have to choose to be strong again, because what is already there is something that is impossible there, what is already there is something that is difficult to do there, that is unknown something, It's also something that scared and feared. I don't know what I have and tremble there, I don't know what I have and I forget it, I don't know what I have and I cry and hurt.

On the journey of life, there always seems to be a lot of unavoidable sorrow and loss, just in the midst of what is lost and lost, what is left behind, what cannot be found there, when the warmth begins to vacancy and blank there, there is no longer looking forward to anything, as if I will always be there without warmth, and will be isolated from each other from warmth. It's sad there, it's hurting there, it's forgetting there, it's just something that has to be buried in it, something that will be so painful and painful that it will be forgotten, as if there will be some kind of unknown there, what kind of unknown pain there will be.

She doesn't know why she is moved and why her heart is trembling there, but when everything is there and she doesn't care so much, when everything seems to be there and doesn't care, she can't particularly distinguish clearly, those good, those that move the heart well, whether it is true, whether it is sincere, she can't tell the difference, because there are a lot of things that will be blank there, there are also a lot of things that will be vacant there, there are also things, there are a lot of things that are not real there, It's as if there will be so much empty and blank forever, and something that is hard to find there, as if something cannot be found.

Suddenly there was fear, suddenly there was trembling, and suddenly there was forgetting. I don't know if it's good or not, I don't know if it should or shouldn't, but what is there, when what really comes and what happens, what can't be changed there, it's like something that is difficult to change there. There is something that cannot be believed there, as if there is something that is difficult to believe there, and it seems that there is something that cannot be believed or changed in the long run.

There we wept, we sobbed there, and it seemed that we were forgotten there, as if the tears were soaked in a person who had lost himself. It's a self that is difficult for you to recognize. It was like a dream, and in that dream he was far away, his back was getting farther and farther away, and it was getting more and more blurred. The white fox's spirit suddenly felt an urge to die, and she thought about it, how good it would be to suddenly crash to death on a tree stump, and she felt as if she could not survive. There she felt pain all over her body, the pain of her wounds rupturing and tearing. She wanted to forget the pain and pain, but every time she moved a little, her wound was there, as if the tear had to be torn open again.

The torn wounds, the memories that cannot be found, also seem to be the warmth that cannot be found, as if it is a kind of warmth that is difficult to find there, because it is difficult to get close there, because what is not close there, it will be vacant there, what will be forgotten there, what will be unclear there, there is melancholy, as if it is a confession, there is a deep repentance, like a spiritual confession, what kind of reason seems to exist, There is a reason why it is difficult to explain what kind of reason is incomprehensible. Because of some kind of reason that I can't explain, I tried to escape there, and I avoided it there for a long time.

In that evasion, it is a kind of abandonment of oneself, it seems to be a kind of forgetting oneself, it seems to be a kind of abandonment of oneself, there is a loss of oneself, something that cannot be stopped there, something that seems to be something that cannot be stopped there, what kind of struggle there is, what kind of pain and pain struggle, there is a kind of self-release, there is a desire to let go of oneself, there is a desire to let go of oneself, there is a desire to let go of oneself, there is a desire to release oneself, to untie one's heart. Because what you have, when what disappears there, when you are lonely there, when what you have is there and what is completely impossible there, it will be dilapidated there, and it seems that it will die there.

Everything will become a kind of injury there, a long-term injury, and it seems to be a short-term injury, and the heart is there to cool, and the heart is as cold as if it is dead there, and it is also there that the meaning and forgetfulness of life that have died, what is there is forgotten, what is there is so haggard that it is difficult to hold on to and wait for something. What I want to cherish there, what I want to cherish there, what I can't cherish there, what I can't do there, what I can't do there, what I seem to be with there, and what I seem to have disappeared in that company.

Will it come there? Will it be re-obtained there? Or when someone turns around, he turns around, and he is gone, and he will never come back. It's just that she is lonely there, so will her heart still be strong there? Will you cry? Do you blame yourself? Do you resent yourself? However, everything seems to be something that cannot be done there, and it seems that there is something that cannot be waited for there, and there seems to be something that is impossible there, as if something has disappeared there. What is getting colder and colder there is the cooling of the temperature, the cooling of the air, the common cooling of all objects and human hearts between each other, and it seems to be a common forgetting and loss.

There is something that is difficult to find there, and there is something that is not real there, that is a trance in hearing and vision, a kind of trance, a kind of trance that cannot be distinguished, what can not be distinguished, what will be entangled there, what will be entangled deeper and deeper in it, and what will be entangled there more and more at a loss. There is something that is strong there, and there is something that is difficult to find there.

After feeling it with your heart, you find that everything is impossible there, as if you can't experience something, as if you can't find something there, as if you can't find something there, as if you can't find something there, what you have that can't be waited for there, as if you have disappeared and sought emptiness, it is a long, long search for emptiness, as if it is empty and lost, wrong and false in the air. It's all unclear, it's all something that's hard to recognize there, it's all impossible, it's all like something that can't be done there, and it's all something that can't be undone, and it's all like something that can't be recovered.

Because what can't be recovered will gradually become distant there, and it will also be there to worry about it? And in life, is there still a real kind of worry? It seems that there is no more, as if nothing is impossible, everything is unreal, as if it is all something that is difficult to find, something that cannot be discovered, as if it is something that is difficult to find.

A broken and sad and sad heart is no longer a firm heart, nor is it necessarily in that simple place, what kind of emotion it is there, where it will be recognized, and in which it will be recognized, and in which it will be recognized, and it will be found again, and it will be turned away for a long time, and it will be there forever and never return, as if it could not be returned, as if it could not be returned, as if it could not be returned there. In life, there is something that is cold there, and there is also something that is forgotten in life, and it seems that it is not real there, and it seems that there will be such a long time of unreality, and there is something that disappears in that unreality.

Many, many people don't understand, many, many people don't know, it's all about what is not clear there, what is coming, what is there and what is missing, what is always uncertain, as if there is always something that is difficult to approach, always as if there is something that cannot be approached there. There are so many reasons, so many excuses, and the most, the most genuine excuse, is nothing more than distrust, what is not believing, a lot of things in the midst of disbelief and distrust, they begin to become indifferent, they begin to become indifferent in it, and they begin to disappear in it, something that has completely disappeared, something that is completely impossible.

It's not that I really want to go to something that I have to struggle so much, as if there is something that I can't struggle there, and it seems that there is something that can't be done in that struggle, and there is something far away in it, as if it is getting farther and farther away there. It's a common form, there are too many things that are similar there, and in the midst of those many and many similarities, there are things that are impossible there, there are things that are indifferent there, and there are things that are gradually not cared about. It's as if they don't care about each other and each other, as if they don't care about each other.

There is something that I don't care about there, and in that indifference and indifference, I feel lonely, I feel that I belong to myself very lonely and lonely, I am very lonely, I am very lonely, I am very lonely, and I am also in that lonely and lonely something, it is difficult to find something, as if I can't wait for something there, what I don't believe in, what is vacant there, what is not real enough, and what is not real there, what I have is there and disappears faintly, Something that will be there is far away, and something that seems to be dying there. That's a self-inflicted oneself. It is a kind of self-destruction, when you really choose what wrong choice you have made there, and when you are lonely on the road, you are destined to be lonely for a lifetime, and you will continue to be lonely there. Just your own heart...... I don't know if it's too hurt, or if it's broken there, or if it's indifferent, it's completely indifferent there, as if it's dead there. Something that is there is disappears there, as if something is disappearing, something that cannot be found there, as if there is something in life that is difficult to find there, as if there is something that cannot be found there, as if there is something that is not true there, and there seems to be something that is unbelievable there.

Just want to look there, there is no reason, there is no reason to look there, it is a very lonely journey, and in that lonely search, she wants to escape, in that cold season, what she wants to escape, and what she continues to escape in it, as if it is something that can't be approached, it is a kind of distance, as if it is a distance in life, I don't know what I want to seek, I don't know what I want to pursue there, It seems that there is also some sadness, what is there at a loss, what kind of pity and the same period, or disappeared there, when there is something that exists, what there is also there that has disappeared, what kind of feelings, what has not existed there for a long time.

It's as if not everything can be determined there, and there is always a lot of what is not certain there, or maybe that is certain is not necessarily right, right and wrong, and it always seems to be vague there, as if it is wavering. What I still want to wait for is like something I can't believe anymore, because it's too far away, because it's too far away, and because it's so far away, what you have will be difficult there, more and more difficult, as if you will die there, as if you will die there. What can't be done there, what is really missed there, what is impossible, and what seems to be unknowable and unconfirmed.

The heart is getting more and more panicked there, the heart is getting more and more chaotic there, when what kind of enthusiasm disappears there, when the fire-like enthusiasm is there and cools, and it dies there like dead ashes, it is the cooling of dead ashes, it is cold like dead ashes, and there is nothing that does not exist in death, and there are many, many and many what do not exist, what is not for it, what is not for it, and what is not there there, and what is not there there, as if it is something that cannot exist. There is something that wants to be postponed there, and something that wants to be moved there. I don't know how long it will last, as if one of my hearts will die there.

Will your heart feel cold there and die? Is it a dead ash of cooling and chilling that cannot be approached? Will it be cold there in the field? Or do you want to warm up there, but you can't warm anything? It is something that is not real, and it seems that it is something that is difficult to be real there, what has disappeared, and what seems to have disappeared there for a long time, what there is that is cold there, and what is there has disappeared again and again.

What will be overlooked, maybe you will care a lot, or maybe you will be there and don't care, it seems that you don't mind a bit. There you look at the starry sky, look up at the stars in the sky, the stars in the sky, the eyes in the starry sky, the eyes that blink brightly, there they are bright, they are there coquettish, and they are there in pain. It's something to look back on, something that can't seem to be looked back there, and something that seems to be waiting there and can't wait. It's a kind of thing that can't be immediately evil, just like a kind of feeling that is hard to be sure of there, because what kind of mistake is also missed there for a long time. It is a kind of knot in life, and it seems to be an inexplicable miss in life and a kind of loss and forgetting that is difficult to look back. There is always a kind of emptiness, what is there and what is getting more and more empty, it is a kind of time war of attrition, as if there is a kind of time war of attrition that will die there, and it seems that there will be a general war of attrition that will be so long and forgotten, what kind of attrition and suffering that seems to be impossible to follow.

What is in her body, in the consumption of time, in the consumption of pain and pain, what is there exists, what is lost there, what needs to be let go there, what is there to fly farther and farther away, what is there to be more and more distant, what she wants to be clear there, what she wants to be there to be true and sure to understand, and what she wants to understand is what is becoming more and more blurred in it, It's like there's something you can't figure out, and it's like there's always a why.

A lot of panic and surprise don't really matter, it seems, it seems that nothing is important, it seems to be important or not, it doesn't matter in itself. What exactly do you want to do, what you want to find and wait for there, it's just a knot, it's just a plot, loved, hurt, cherished, it's just right. I don't dare to keep anything anymore, I don't dare to ask for too much extravagance, if I want too much, I will bear more and more costs there, which is a kind of repayment.

In life, there will be a fear of repayment, the fear of repayment, is there to be too heavy, the price of repayment will inevitably seem too heavy there, and in that too heavy, what there is disappeared there, more and more disappearing, and there is still there for a long time to disappear, and it seems to be there something that cannot be traced, something that can never be understood.