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Who is listening, listening attentively to the end and beginning of this story?

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    In the blink of an eye, five years later, I haven't changed when we meet again. I'm still dreaming about hip-hop. I'm enjoying it myself. I'm still turning the volume up to the maximum. I'm still in the alley. I'm fooling around. Go ahead. Tell me.  , how to walk, how to rush, how to do it, in order to complete, complete my dream, I can't slow down, I feel all the words are colliding back and forth in my head, can I,, can I,  I'm covered in wounds and don't look back. Who is listening? Listening carefully to the end and beginning of this story. Sometimes I want to give up the struggle and put down the hand I am writing with. Even though I have given up too much, I still keep talking back and forth.  Keep walking, even if I have forgotten too much, I still escape death and stay in the lonely city. So tell me how to walk and how to rush to realize my dream?  If I hadn¡¯t been stubborn, if I hadn¡¯t written a story, if I hadn¡¯t persisted after a fall, if I hadn¡¯t met hip-hop, if I hadn¡¯t met others, and played a guitar, if I had given up halfway and escaped unscathed, it would have become a burden to myself. If I had  Don't chase your dreams, don't fly if you have wings, you only want to go once in this life, but if there are ifs, will there be no me, no Eminem singing "Rap God", you think I am just ordinary, I  How can I make you believe that I am unusual and full of creativity? I am a rubber body. Therefore, all your doubts about me will be bounced back. Instead, you will stick to yourself and never talk nonsense. This is me.  I know that some people are still waiting bitterly for the day when I fall to the ground. They will toast to celebrate, burn my scarf, and chatter non-stop.  , you can chirp, sway from side to side, listen, break my tendons, and pierce my heart. You can also sit cross-legged, become a Buddha standing on the ground, and recite sutras, so that the years can dye me white with snowflakes.  With my hair on my temples, I can¡¯t rest assured or take my ambition lightly. I¡¯ve forgotten whether I want to stop or not.  , so I thought, give up the struggle, put down the hand I am writing with, even though I have given up too much, still talking back and forth, and still keep walking, even though I have forgotten too much, I still escaped death.  Stayed on the boat stayed in the lonely city, my story, it can't, just like this, just like this, hastily ended, but the airflow in front of it makes me bumpy, subverting my world, so tell me how to go, how  Chong, Cai Cai What I heard last night should be the two songs "My Sky" and "RapGod" adapted by the low-key group Yang Hesu and Zhang Xinyue. They are very good. The female's music and singing skills are very good, and the male shows it in the latter part.  He raps in one breath, full of domineering style.  Hereby, squint at the computer and type word by word, remember it, and feel me.  Qingshan Annie Baby: An author cannot be responsible for always concocting works in his mind for readers, which is to please.  Everyone has a different state of mind and different feelings.  For some books that you feel at a loss what to do, you might as well not read them, or read them ten years later.  The author can only move forward according to his own inner rhythm.  The author does not write a book to provide psychological services to readers.  He should at least be a little ahead.
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