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Chapter 5: Duel between the two heroes, maybe I am different

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    There is a desert, the color of the desert is like gold, useless gold.  He really wanted to close his eyes and just lie down. That would be much more comfortable.  He fell down speechless and dreamed about it. He thought of her cuteness, he thought of the gentleness of her soft voice, and he thought of her saying that he was a special person, but special people are not suitable for group life.  The world is very realistic, cruel, and hypocritical, and is not suitable for his existence.  He understands, he understands, he knows that she will never belong to him, but she is indeed very beautiful, and a beautiful woman makes people excited, but it is useless to be excited, is it really useless?  At least he thought of her before he wanted to collapse now.  He had to get up just so that he might be able to see her before she got married.  He laughed, cried, cried and laughed at the same time. If a passerby saw him, they would definitely say that this person is "probably crazy."  He knew in his heart that he was about to become another kind of Bodhidharma. He also disliked Bodhidharma, but he appreciated and understood Bodhidharma.  The scorching sun was hitting his head, causing sunburn and stinging pain. He was already shirtless, and the scorching sun was like hundreds of poisonous ants biting his skin. He smiled, and there was still pain, and he was afraid of losing his feeling.  To live, one must have thoughts. He thought that he was growing up in disillusionment. He thought that a song could be sung endlessly. He thought that the scorching sun would soon turn into night, and the low temperature at night would soon come, entering the eternal night. There was something in his heart called "  The heart of eternal night."  ¡­¡­¡­¡­I have nothing left, why do you still stay with me?  Don't you understand what it means to have nothing?  I have nothing left, a forced smile, my sky is not just gray, it is black, it is completely black, pitch black.  Why do you always care about me?  Why don't you abandon me?  Why?  I¡¯m not forcing anything here!  My sorrow is just my sorrow and cannot be shared. My expressions only want to roar to this world!  Why do you keep chasing after me?  Why do you keep subscribing?  In this case, then stay with me!  Accompany me to the end of the world, never look back, walk without looking back, and walk with no regrets.  Can you?  Can you?  No need for doubt, no need for far-fetched, no need for reasons.  Time is like a knife, and there is danger hidden in the knife. My eyes have changed from winter to spring, and from spring to enlightenment.  I hold a pen in my hand and write down the long river of time, just to find a sentence of "true love" to summon your youthful appearance and break my vicissitudes and ancient ban.     Um!  "Some people once said that your feelings are as romantic as the wind, and others said that your temperament is changeable and difficult to understand. In fact, whether it is romantic or difficult to understand, you are still the one who is seriously hurt. You just don't like to show it easily.  Your infatuation is just to stick to a promise, but you can't confess your passion. It's hard to be a woman. You have to learn to accept the situation and live in peace. The right and wrong are not up to you but others. Do you doubt whether the person you are playing is you?  Maybe you are different, maybe you love more than others, you are destined to be hurt more seriously, and the pain will last longer than others; maybe you are different, maybe you love again and again by mistake, even if you cry again and again, the tears will not stop.  Flow, no complaints or special opinions.  How many times have you really wanted to give up on it all?  How many times have you really wanted to say out loud: "Give you a little dignity and a little self-esteem, give you the freedom to dare to love or hate, and give you the courage to start over again!" "Listening to "Maybe I'm Different" by Yang Lin  .
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