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24.09.2019 09:49
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The snow in the winter always gives me a little silence. I sit in the deserted classroom and recall the barren memories of the rushing winter. This cold winter without snow will make me forget all the unhappiness. The breath of winter has not passed away to me, and there is spring warmth on the tail of winter, which makes all the unhappy renovations reappear. The noise outside the window swelled out of the silence of no one, but how much of that kind of silence was gray. Jay's music with a decadent atmosphere, I looked at the pale light, suddenly felt the indifference of the world, standing at the intersection of memory can not find direction. I felt the cruelty of the dream, the satisfaction brought by the afternoon sun, the joy of music left the reality, but it was short-lived that people could not recall. The feeling that music gives me makes me feel relieved. For all the previous confusion and sadness, I believe that music is an expression of the soul and a kind of thought. It can make me forget something, a temporary forget. The new season could not find the traces of winter and the lost thoughts that were not coming back. I learned to forget and found that the world is not perfect. It is a pity that this winter without snow, my frustration and sadness took me through, and the whole winter, before the New Year, the town was warm in advance. I regret people, their disdain makes me feel cruel, the cruelty of the world makes everyone learn to get used to and back. The hope of spring is like an illusion, and the cold in winter is burned by the spring sun. I am a real loser. I have always felt that I can't take up the hopes of others. I am afraid of hurt and failure. In reality, I often lose myself. I believe that in this world, everyone lives on their own. In the empty city we built, all of us will have empty souls. Maybe the world is not beautiful. The crazy desire controls the thoughts, so we become crazy, God will laugh, and he laughs at our confusion. To be a hidden person is only a young and unformed dream in a young age Carton Of Cigarettes, crushed under the strong impact of reality and ideal, leaving a gorgeous broken, can no longer find the most primitive pure dream in the free country. The happiness in those memories seems superficial, and no one can laugh at all. I finally started to grow up and saw the cruelty of reality Marlboro Gold. I no longer like to be nostalgic. I can no longer find my world. The beauty that I long for is gone in my memory. I saw everyone's struggles, those pains and tears. Let me despair. Going home on holiday, sitting in the car, watching the scenery, with the taste of memory Parliament Cigarettes, the lush trees and the warm air make me a little happy, happy for no reason. I am a very sad person. At least people who know me say this. I think I just didn't find a reason for happiness. Before I was 17, I was a person who didn't like to talk, but after I was 17, I learned to smile, smiled at everyone, and learned to compromise on reality. I began to learn to get tired of myself, everything I did, and I used my desire to destroy my dreams. |
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