Have been used to this kind of life, like an invisible man like, have been forgotten. In the past, I will complain, will be uncomfortable. But not now, because I have already been used to, used to hiding in the corner, alone. Everyone is willing to take a look at me, even the most intimate person, now also become estranged. In order to find the sense of presence, I came to the post bar, desperately holding, is to make themselves feel better. Do not know the constellation of characters, or what. I try hard ceaselessly, change myself, but still it. Mo however, a tear slowly from the corner of his eye, suppressing, but not control. Be close by. Happiness, but do not touch. Dream, as if to find the small happiness, just ready to close, but woke up. I find, that is an unnecessary bystander, is a damned. Each and everyday I wanna kiss to sue, and who is willing to listen to me? The now habit, did not feel anything, just want to find someone to talk to. Then use the QQ large and small talk.

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