Awkward past, please stop your looping text · Kuang Kai Cao 010203END

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I was cultivating drowsiness in bed, and my mind slipped through a hint of clarity. But it was only one moment, and the next second, my head began to be clever. She thinks I'm doing nothing, she doesn't want to be quiet, she doesn't want to have a moment to stop. So she started making me think wildly.

She first replayed my embarrassing past and then played it on a loop. Pile by pile, piece by piece, the memories are as clear as ever, the embarrassment and freedom spread out, and then rot, like mushrooms after the rain, from under me, one by one, sharp horns emerge, stinging my tight body. Between tossing and turning, I felt as if I were "rolling nail boards."

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There is an attachment to the embarrassing past, which likes to sweep in before going to bed, even in the middle of the night. Thoughts are like triggering an emergency alarm, and sudden embarrassment of the past occurs. The vague pain is like rheumatoid arthritis, and it comes back and forth twice. The uneasiness in my heart was like a flea that could not be seen, could not be pressed, and could not be killed, following the curve of my body through the mountains, causing itching, but it was impossible to start.

So, my body became tighter and tighter, my face gradually twisted, my hands began to swing air fists against the ceiling, and then I hooked back, pounding my chest, "How can this be me?" How could this be me? How could I do such a thing? ”

After a meal of self-doubt and landless self-esteem, the fist swung at himself, a punch to the head, or a direct blow to the faint.

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In the dark of night, the eyes close the eyelids of this roller shutter door. However, the embarrassing past is still like the midnight ghost accompanying the left and right, haunting the heart.

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