Inexplicably tired, it's not that I bear too much, but that I'm not very mature. I always feel that the road in front of me is so long, it seems that there is no end, and the farthest distance in the world is in people's hearts.

Is it self-containment? I always feel like something is almost something, I can't find it, and I don't have so much time to think, and the obscurity of too long makes me feel inexplicably flustered, afraid of loss, afraid of hurt, this is a journey to seek happiness, and it should not come to the end of heartbreak and loneliness.

"If there are three thousand waters, only one scoop will be taken", although he is not a saint, he has also made such a promise to himself, but the current situation is under great pressure!

Sometimes I guess that the running line of love has come to an end, and this opportunity may be God's mercy, so I am always cautious in my heart, but now it is a kind of pressure, difficult to release, I don't know how far I can go, I only hope that it is the end of life!

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