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It has thing originally in the world where make the dust. Thinking in the heart , I can not rise, am I still not all right when escaping? Then, the ones that do not stop catch up with year in and year out . Fear being engulfed the yoke which fears soul by the darkness of soul . At last, the heart tired, dog-tired, Can't but can not find the place that can have a rest . Someone says , it is life is a performance with magnificent nihility. It destines role well in closing one's eyes all all story, we do according to the rule. Anything that needn't be clear. So, the baby of puppet nothing but God, God's piece. Very grieved. Who can change ? But end : Put and at one a piece of safe position veries, at hedgehog only, near for no one oneself. Gradually, lose all, become cold and detached , Dark.
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