Lying on his back, facing the void or the white wall, it is not clear.

I can't see it at all, so I guess my vision is blocked.

I don't want to see it, after all, it's nothing to see.

Turning over and over, and then sighing, sighing as if sorrowful, as if only sighing;

I just thought to myself that it was finally over.

I feel that the side effects of pentazocine, which I took before going out, are particularly obvious at this moment.

I, an extremely optimistic person who doesn't sigh much, have been infected with the disease of the elderly in the blink of an eye, coughing at every turn, frowning at every turn;

Obviously, Old John didn't sigh much in the store.

It seems to be a miracle drug

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