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57 inexplicably

What kind of trance, and in that trance, what is there is exploding there, and it seems to be so completely exploded. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

And in the midst of complete explosion and death, what kind of difficulty, like there is something very distant, very far away, and then there it suddenly starts to become very difficult, just so difficult, very difficult, and so difficult in that very difficult.

That's something you can't find, and it's in it, and there's a sudden laugh, there's a sudden urge and trance to burst everything out loud, that's something very inexplicable, that's outrageous, it's completely unclear about the messy situation in the north, south, south, and north, what you've been waiting for, what you've been waiting for for a long time, and there's something that seems to have completely disappeared there, what kind of disappearance, as if it's so disappeared and then it's so impossible to find it anymore.

There's something to look forward to, there's something to be taken for granted there, there's something there's completely confused and confused, just there, just listening, it's like being so patient, patiently listening, and being there.

There is something there that suddenly becomes very powerless, that is, so powerless to follow, and there to find powerlessly, as if in that complete chaos, what kind of eye-catching, also eye-catching, what kind of horror, in a lot of chaos, is a kind of emotional excitement and disorder, is a kind of helpless and intertwined feelings and feelings, will be there very sensitive, will also be there can't help but be very excited and happy, a person is very excited and happy, It's still inevitable to get carried away.

In the midst of forgetfulness and forgetfulness, what kind of confusion there is, what kind of difficulties and predicaments there are, in that very calm, there are some big, big mistakes, and in the chaos of all kinds of mistakes, what can't be found, what is suddenly missed there, that is, there is suddenly as if there is something to forget, what kind of can't be done, what kind of reluctance, what kind of helplessness, and I also began to look for it again.

There will be some that she doesn't know, the spirit is just silent, suddenly powerless, as if there is nothing to do, the chaos and chaos in it, and there is suddenly complete fragility, what kind of fragile dead silence, what kind of fragile convulsions, what kind of difficulty, very difficult in it, in that searching, long searching, what kind of uneasy searching, and in that there seems to be some kind of impossibility, It is a kind of disorder that disturbs people's hearts, that is, right and wrong, what kind of contradictions there are, what kind of uneasiness there is, what kind of convulsions there are, very painful general.

What can't be done, what can't be done again, just can't bear it, and in that unbearable it, it's all and all the nerve pain, just like the pain of every nerve, the pain of convulsions there, in the pain and powerlessness, what kind of powerlessness to get closer, what there is powerless to find, and the accumulation of bit by bit, and it seems that it can't accumulate bit by bit, as if it will be completely paralyzed.

What kind of paralysis is in that weakness, and what kind of seeker is in the inability to return, what kind of search for the sky, but there is such a vacancy and emptiness, and in that complete emptiness, complete absence, complete forgetting, what kind of pain, what kind of ignorance and what kind of heart knots are there that cannot be found for a long time.

What kind of long-term accumulation there, like such a long-forgotten accumulation, what kind of pain, what kind of deep and deep pain, there is a lot of pain and pain, it hurts and hurts there, it also erodes in it very painfully, it is like the pain of all the nerves together, what kind of weakness it has.

I can't find what kind of pain and weakness I can't find, but in that air, I faintly smell some kind of breath, what kind of disordered breath, and in that disordered breath, what kind of uneasiness, in that all kinds of entanglements, completely all kinds of emotions, all kinds of disordered emotions, what kind of confusion, what kind of helplessness, but there is suddenly powerlessness.

What kind of powerless searching, and in that searching, suddenly heavy sighs, in that heavy, long, long sighs, suddenly fell asleep, as if there was something that could not be done, and what could not be done, so that something had to be discovered, as if it were something that had to be suddenly hesitated.

What kind of hesitation and helplessness, in the unknown and helplessness, what kind of forgetting, what kind of uneasiness, there will be those who will laugh secretly, cry there secretly, and sigh secretly, it is a long-term and completely convulsive pain, it is the pain of all nerves, and it will be there so painful.

Always, impossible, always impossible, always impossible, always there shouldn't be, just there to persevere, what kind of continuity, what kind of desperate desire to be strong, and there desperate to try again, that is a kind of something that can't be highlighted, nothing can be highlighted in the general, and what kind of slowness is there in the end.

There was something that seemed so slow, in that slow and intolerable, there was something that suddenly had to be there to be surprised, and all of a sudden, in that complete difference, all different from all of all, and then, I had to fight there desperately, as if I would be so desperate that I would hit myself on the head and bleed, as if it would be very painful there, and my head would be bleeding from the pain.

It's uneasy, it's uncomfortable, it's unbearable, it's like there, it's like there, it's like a new world, and in that new place that seems to forget all the pain and suffering, she seems to be about to forget herself.

It's like you're about to forget your breath, it's like you're about to forget your limbs, it's like you're about to forget that you're still there with your limbs and limbs, it's good and great there, it's nice and great there, it's unbelievable there, it's incredible, it's exaggeration, it's terrifying, it's a kind of emotional sustenance, it's also a feeling of feeling, it's like a sustenance of the heart, and it's like a memory of the heart. Some feelings and feelings on the journey of life, whether she is a human past or the present of a white fox.

There is a lot of effort to care, or what kind of chaos there is, all of a sudden tension, in the increased tension and emotional restlessness, it is the scattering of the crowd, and when it is scattered, it is completely scattered, divided, as if it is dead and extinct.

There's something that's not right, there's something that's not so good, knowing that something isn't right, knowing what's bad, but it's still going to be so hard to control yourself, it's still going to be so overwhelming, and it's still going to be there.

In the end, when there is no way out, it is so necessary to choose again, and then there is something that cannot be found, and it will be very difficult to be there, but in fact, maybe it is not exactly, and some of it seems to be too far away. It's as if it's too far away, too far away, and as if it's a last resort, maybe it's also a kind of self-liberation.

It's just that I can't help but laugh there secretly, and I laugh there very chaotically, but in fact, there is something completely disappeared in it, but suddenly I have to find something wrong there, there is something crying, there seems to be such a very sad cry there.

It seems to be so sad that I realize that there is still something that should not be, and there is something that seems to be done so wrong, and it seems to be so bad, and then, in that, it is the pain of childhood, as if there is a very disgust, a disgust, as if I will get tired of it.

Everything is there for headaches, there is pain, there is something that seems to be so difficult to solve, there is a struggle, there is a desperate work, there is hatred and hard work, because if you don't work hard, there will be a lot of things that you can't do there, and you will be there to be so painful that you can't do it, whether you will choose pain there, or choose happiness there, it seems to be a very simple choice, you will be afraid of pain there, and you will be there you will not want to suffer. But suddenly it turned out that it was impossible.

In that disorder, what kind of uncertainty, what kind of evasion and escape, where there is unease, what there is that will disappear there, and what will disappear there very quickly, and disappear, will never be found again, what kind of loss will be there and will no longer be found.

There will be sudden surprise, there will be sudden panic, there will be sudden fear, because it will be too messy, and in that complete confusion, it will be difficult to distinguish what is right and wrong, what is evaded, what is escaped.

It will be gone, it will be confused, it will be there as if it will vomit blood, but in the end, a person faces himself, there is no choice, there is no way out, and then it is so impossible.

What is impossible is impossible, what is over, it seems to be the end there, the lonely air, it also belongs to loneliness, the more lonely it is, the more it can be highlighted, how happy it was when it was happy, and because it was too happy in the past, I found out how much I didn't cherish the happy time now.

In that happy and short time, there is something floating in the air, floating there like a memory, there is what kind of fluttering flocculent fluttering there quietly and gently, also flying there for a long time, the wind is fluttering there, what kind of air is blowing away, what kind of air is there, where dragonflies gently decorate the water surface, and there are gentle water circle ripples, one by one, also in that memory, What kind of memories are there, and the ripples in the ripples are there, rippling one by one.

What kind of beginning, and what kind of start without any choice, because there will be a lot of fear, and because there will be a lot of wrong, she will choose to avoid, only because of all kinds of messiness and confusion and choose to calm her heart again, because the new disorder, the uncontrollable chaos of the mind, will make herself feel uneasy, and will also make herself feel as if her heart does not belong to her at all.

When the mind does not belong to oneself, when oneself cannot properly grasp one's own mind, many, many things will be disordered there, and there will be complete confusion there.

In the midst of that chaos, what is undiscoverable, what is impossible is also something that is disturbing there, and there is something that is completely isolated from the world again, and in that isolated and closed world, which is a very narrow world, and in that very narrow world of ears, I feel a kind of pain, a kind of pain that seems to be there so painful and painful. It seems that because of that pain and helplessness, I finally chose to retreat.

That world, that luxurious and magnificent complex, but also a desolate city, a very desolate city, and in this city, there is a corpse sleeping, a corpse that is still alive, and it is also a living corpse that the spirit of the white fox wants in order to become a human being.

It was an expectation, an expectation, but she didn't know exactly how she would treat it when she really got whatever she wanted, and how she would treat it again.

What kind of procrastination, what kind of constant involvement, what kind of forgetting, it seems that it will be there forever and forever so forgotten, and then, what can't be done, what is feared.

Because it can't be done, because it can't be done, it's like a ruin, the hand, the trembling hand has to pick up one stone after another, the broken and broken stones, trying to build a city there, trying to build a city there, trying to build a city there, it will be very difficult there, and it will seem that it will be there all of a sudden so difficult and difficult.

There will be mud all over the hands, and there will be blood on the hands, and what will be worn out there will be as if it were a wound, as if it was a wound cut out there. One wound after another, one wound after another, one after another broken, there is something wrong there, something completely wrong there and the imagination.

Many, many things are disturbed there, and many, many things are confronted there, as if they are confronted with another self in a different mind in the same world, and they are completely confronted, and they are also confronted there.

Because there is such a wall, where it is so high and high, and where it is terrible and terrible, what there is there will be unconsciously there will be better, and there it seems to be there unconsciously and slowly getting better, and it seems that there will be so amnesia and re-improvement.

Something disappeared there, it seemed to be a bubble of loss, a lot of struggle, and the road of this struggle seemed endless. Suddenly thanksgiving, suddenly some good, some seem to be too smiling, and because they are too small.

If it is too small, it will suddenly tremble there, and there will suddenly be something that cannot be done, and what kind of painful memories and feelings will grow there like a demon, as if it is like a bush of weeds after a spring breeze.

The weeds grow, in the fast and rapid world where the weeds grow like a frenzy, suddenly something trembles there again, and it seems that the whole body trembles there, and in the whole body trembles, there is something that disappears, as if it has disappeared, it is gone, but it will hate there, as if it will hate the other self reflected in the water.

Although it was the same herself, only one was herself, the other was herself in the water, and in the end, she seemed to have lost herself suddenly, and she was so angry and so hateful that she reached out completely to destroy the serenity of the water.

When the surface of the water was disturbed, when the blue water waves rippled round and round, she seemed to have lost her memory again, she seemed to have lost all her perceptions and sensations again, and all perceptions and sensations seemed to disappear there, and it seemed to disappear completely there.

What kind of horror has disappeared, what kind of impossibility has disappeared, and what kind of vanity and impossibility are in the vast vacancies and voids that have disappeared, what is impossible seems to be completely impossible there, what cannot be done, she will still be resentful, she will still be there There is no way, and it is difficult to control herself without any way and method to control herself, just resentment, just anger, because she is no longer human. She didn't think she had much chance of being an adult again.

The surface of the water is broken, and the reflection of the white fox in the water is also completely broken with the ripples of the water, but it is also in what kind of complete brokenness, what kind of is not clear, what kind of is not understood, and what kind of is not understood.

She pursued in that memory, and in that memory painfully and strugglingly pursued, in that long and long-term pursuit of the difficult to find, she couldn't remember how she was dragged into the water, how she became a white fox.

Why, the woman, the woman who climbed slowly and effortily from the shore of the river, why, what was everything, why did she suddenly become a faceless woman there, why did that woman have no facial features, no face, no face?

When the prostration begins, when Hatcher begins, when all the exhaustion and prostration begins, there is something that begins to change, something that begins to go wrong, and something that unconsciously begins to repent, begins to repent.

In that remorse, waiting for something, as if so patient, crocodile meat is very grinding, very grinding, waiting for what is missing there, what is broken there, and what is like crystal glass.

So falling to the ground, it seems to be so silent, in that silent landing, what kind of reverberation, what kind of whirl, what kind of emotion, what kind of luster, in which it reverberates and whirls, it is so quietly and silently reverberating, and it seems to be whirling, it is spinning, she seems to feel dizzy there, completely dizzy there, and completely forgotten, I was looking for something again, grasping something, and when I wanted to hold and hold something tightly in the palm of my hand, I would suddenly find it.

When the palm of the hand is completely clenched, the water in the palm of the hand completely leaks the ground water, the droplets, the blister, the shadow of the water, and the fine sand that leaks out of the palm of the hand, and what kind of fine sand that also falls down there in a fine and dense way, and what kind of fine sand that will be the track of the wind and completely lost is left behind.

It's no longer possible to get anything, it's something that can't be remembered there, it's so much that you can't think of anything, it's hard to think of anything again, and everything is there that you can't retrace and recall.

In it, what kind of orders, what kind of circles, in that narrow circle, what kind of resentment there is suddenly that is painful and struggling, and in the midst of that resentment, in the long-accumulated resentment, there is something that cannot be saved, as if there is something that cannot be saved.

It's the resentment that can't be relieved, and it's also the kind of pain that seems to be impossible there, and it's also in the midst of that pain and entanglement, all kinds of things that begin to cramp and stir up there, and what kind of heart it seems to be, and in that complete neglect, you feel the relationship between people's hearts.

It's all closed, as if it's completely blocked, and it's going to feel terrible there, there's an inexplicable horror, and it's in the midst of the inexplicable, and it's suddenly completely powerless, it's decaying and decaying, it's not believing, it's hard to believe for a long time, it's like there's something you can't believe all along.

In that complete collapse, there are some bits and pieces of evil that are raised, and then, there will be something that cannot be controlled. And then there's a rush of something, a rhythm that can be completely killed.

It's just that when something is wrong there, sometimes there will be some little naughtiness there, there will be some can't help but be naughty, and in that little naughtiness I feel some faults, I feel some impossibility, some things are not right, and there is also a feeling that it seems to be too much, it seems to be not very good, but I know that it is not very good.

What kind of mistakes are there, what kind of losses are there, and in the midst of that loss and loss, suddenly repentance, but what kind of regret and repentance seem to be difficult to do there, and what is not easy to do seems to be difficult to do there.

I miss something very much, but when I miss it very much, it is empty of something, that is, something is completely empty there, and it is impossible to be empty there.

It's like it's going to be extinct, there's something there, it's like there's something dead there, I feel like something shouldn't, there's a mistake, but a mistake is a mistake, and I don't admit it.

Perhaps, it is another choice and choice, and there is something in the other and special that escapes there, as if there is a targeted escape and escape, and what kind of process and journey cannot be found, it is only necessary to recognize what is there well.

In the journey of a person's life, there will always be mistakes, big and small mistakes, all kinds of endless and endless mistakes and mistakes, but it seems that there seems to be something wrong and not very good, there is something that cannot be answered there, but only where the difficulties are felt.

I want to escape because of the difficulty, and because of the difficulty, I escape, hide, and then slowly make stupidity there, stupid there, as if I have lost my memory, and there it seems to be so cruel or something.

What kind of liquid flows, what kind of liquid flows, what kind of forgetfulness there is, what kind of unthinkability there is, and what kind of unthinkable thing is there, and it seems that there is something that cannot be remembered. Just once, it was there that I was suffering continuously.