I don't even know what kind of demon I'm obsessed with, and I can't get out of this fake game.

I retired the group, deleted the number, and erased the platform or everything from the phone.

But when I think about it, I can't help but go in and take a look.

Replaced with a new game or a new platform, I was fucking drowsy.

Khan.

With so much time, I should have listened to English, read books, studied, and did everything better than this game, and it was better than doing it.

But I couldn't help but go in.

In fact, it is not a matter of people to go in.

Basically, everyone doesn't go.

You can't even meet when you board it.

But I still want to go in and have a look from time to time.

What is it that appeals so much to me?

Am I so obsessed?

I obey my heart.

But I feel inexplicable about it.

Inexplicable annoyance.

I don't want this kind of weirdness.

It's strange that it came and then didn't leave, and it was very strange.

It's been a month in the blink of an eye. How long will it take for me to forget this strange feeling?

When will this incident, this game, become a wisp of smoke in memory?

It's a long sigh in vain.

I couldn't stop this inexplicable concern.

Suddenly I want to explode into a foul mouth.

WK！

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