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Feeling a bit low, do not want to speak, do not want to think, do nothing. Feel a thousand words, do not know how to express. Had a romantic notion, tempered with the reality has long been disappearing without a trace. To force yourself to smile to greet the arrival of each day, with indifferent heart to face all around, to suppress his own nature, to meet the preferences of others. This is not me. When Wanlaijuji the time, they will hear the inner struggle and cry, like Sang Sang tear the shackles of bondage, I return to the free sky. Even in someone else seems to, but that is selfish and immature and wayward embodiment. The only reason, however, that silk, like spider's web of my firmly tied, unable to break free. So they can only look at their own crying slowly withered and twisted.