2 Maybe it's too little or too little that you can do.

Because I'm too cowardly, too fragile,

was eliminated in that real world,

was also rejected in front of the real world,

Rejected by the cold and cold,

is also used in it, it is so completely and completely used,

It was a painful and torturous exploitation,

It's like a kind of use that will completely hollow out people,

It seems that it is not enough to use it to swallow it all,

That's an endless insufficiency,

It's like an insatiable desire,

Endless desire, in that helplessness, feeling trance,

Feeling devoured and devoured, in the midst of that endless trouble,

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It's an endless weakness,

In the midst of that endless loneliness and loneliness,

She was just there to hug herself tightly,

She wants to be dependent,

But in fact, in real life,

She still has no one to rely on there,

She couldn't find anything to rely on.

She can't rely on it at all, in a world that can't rely on and sustenance,

She can only choose to be strong there,

To be strong, even if it's a person,

Be strong too,

That's when you're alone, alone, and you have no choice to be strong.

On the lonely road, on the road that wants to be sustained and relied on,

Not many people will become the object of your reliance and trust for free,

Everything is good, it's not free, it's not that simple and easy.

There is no such thing as a free lunch,

And when she was hungry there,

She may choose to be alone there to endure in silence,

She may just take out something in it to exchange for daily necessities in her life.

What she has to give, what she has to give,

She also had to do something so that she could survive and live.

Because in this real world, no one is going to give her something for free.

Since, she has nothing else to rely on, since, she still can't pinn anything there,

If she can't rely on anything, she will be there to work hard, to struggle and try,

You can't be afraid of toil, you can't be afraid of fatigue and exhaustion, you can't be afraid of cynicism,

She had to do it, she had to do something, even if it was to do something.

If she doesn't do something, she'll be eliminated from there.

She will also be completely swallowed up at that time, will she be tired and tired?

Will it be very prostration, very prostration?

will feel tired and weak in the midst of it, and I don't want to speak,

It's just that in that silence I don't want to say anything, I don't want to do anything.

Just because of fear, just because of fear,

It's a fear and a fear of life and life itself,

It is a kind of torture and boredom of endless exhaustion and weakness and emptiness,

I don't want to get close to anything anymore,

I don't want to go so much anymore.

She had to break out of this situation.

She has to make some changes in her life for the better.

Otherwise, she would almost feel death approaching and approaching.

It's a burden, and I feel the weight on that shoulder,

And in the face of that heavy weight and load,

will weep in the face of that difficulty,

will feel overwhelmed in the face of that difficulty,

And in the face of that large number of difficulties and troubles,

I feel like I can't get rid of it, I feel a kind of helplessness in the face of that difficulty,

A kind of helplessness, when you don't know what to do,

She would choose to be alone there, hugging herself alone and crying.

And this kind of crying is a better choice.

If it weren't for a lonely cry,

Though it is sad and painful,

But, at least I can't be hurt by the outside world.

At least crying is also an emotional outlet.

If you continue to flow with people,

And it's not that kind of communication that is very smooth.

There will be a sense of disgust and boredom in it.

She didn't know what was wrong with her.

In the crowd, there will be friction, there will be running-in,

There will always be some verbal aggression and disdain between people.

She will feel hurt in the words of others,

And also in the careless words of others,

I don't feel that I am being taken seriously,

At least she didn't feel much attention she was being taken seriously,

She's just grieving in that place,

I also felt a kind of powerlessness in that sorrow,

Feel a weakness and softness, and in that weakness and weakness,

She felt like she was hard to get along with in the crowd,

She didn't know how to deal with the verbal attacks of others.

It's as if she can't face so many troubles.

Because the words of others always seem to accompany their troubles,

Their restlessness, and their selfishness.

Human beings are animals that are very concerned about their own needs and desires.

Man is always a selfish animal, and on that selfish path,

She will feel that the road to her survival and life has begun to become very long, long.

I also feel that my path to survival is starting to become difficult there.