Didn't mention it, just didn't want to compromise. There are no memories, just that the past is carefully hidden in the cold quilt or stubborn cigarette butts in the middle of the night, so that no one cares. Silence, insomnia. Perhaps, the more memorable, the more poignant. I thought I had already healed, but now it seems that it is still brutally torn, dumb and dry. When that image pierced my eyes, I didn't even have a tear. That name, you still won after all.

We are all the same: irascible and gentle, depressed and outgoing, cold and passionate, depraved and aggressive, lost and sober, with an unknown side.

It's 23:21 and for everyone else, it probably doesn't ......

"I'm Waiting for You Today Next Time" Chapter 53 You're Wrong is hitting your hand, please wait a moment,

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