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ordinary day today, with no difference, like yesterday, or even necessarily come to that I have a feeling tomorrow will be the same as ordinary today, but no improvement into yesterday. I was even more desperate, I seems to have learned to lethargy every day life. Sometimes, I am bored with all the same people will use ? I'm walking in the foreseeable future this mediocre time yesterday, today, in turn, in the end go where? I heard in my life bared bared burning, burning my tongue, my throat dry up. I want to cry, make every effort to roar, but with no sound. At the crossroads,
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