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The past is like vines in a quagmire, always dragging me down when I run hard, the more entangled, the deeper I sink.

In fact, the regret began at the moment we met.

Loyalty has become a precious commodity in this fast-paced era.

Those shadows cannot be erased, and I have become a coward.

Although I was mentally prepared, I was still sad for a long time when I was abandoned again.

I thought I could have a good relationship this time.

In fact, we all know that love will disappear, promises will become invalid, people will drift apart, but we all want to believe that we are exceptions.

Whether you admit it or not, people do change their personalities after experiencing certain things.

I miss you so much. Whenever someone mentions it to me, I want to cry. I just feel so good to be remembered by someone.

From beginning to end, I have never believed that someone would truly love me with sincerity. They are just lonely and appear hastily, and then leave in a hurry.

The most sad thing is probably knowing that he doesn't like you that much, but you can't stop liking him.

That day, you said that you would be with me, so I patched up and loved for a long time. I haven't forgotten, it's you who forgot.

You only remember her being petty and speaking in a strange tone, but you forget that she sneaked out without her family's knowledge just to meet you.

Snow is strange, like regret, like reunion, like unrequited love.

They are all small things like sesame seeds, but a floor full of sesame seeds is enough to drive a person to collapse.

What am I to you? Is it impulse, ambiguity, hormones, desire, or just playing around? Definitely not love.

Did you ever love me?

I won't gamble anymore. I will just stand quietly and watch you love someone else.

You insist on missing me, and I have no other way.

Every time I take it seriously, I get thrown away. Every time I am perfunctory, I feel sad. Every time I don't learn my lesson.

I am no longer the person I used to be. So what if we meet again?

It seems that people stop talking after losing something.

Although my friends have scolded you, I still secretly look at you, who doesn't belong to me.

We talked late that day. At that time, you also liked me, right?

I thought you were different from others.

We shouldn't be like this, but it seems that we can only be like this.

He lost, and he will never meet a pure and brave girl like you again.

The more you fear something, the more it will come to find you.

When I'm feeling down, my ability to express myself is poor, so I don't speak because I'm afraid of making things worse.

I will never turn back. I have a clear conscience.

Suddenly, I don't look forward to you contacting me anymore.

The elderly say that meeting is a blessing, but not meeting is also a blessing.

It's too painful. Closing my eyes is all about the past.

I hate it when others use my likes to bully me.

In the end, I don't want to teach him how to love me or how to make me happy, because he did better than anyone else at the beginning.

I really want to ask you, what kind of happiness does ambiguity bring you?

Listen carefully, listen to what they fabricate about me. Don't doubt it, that's how I am. I'm tired and don't want to explain anymore, because explanations are useless.

"So you deliberately didn't reply to my message?"
"Um, I don't know what to say."

"Speak less, restrain your desire to express, don't be inferior or show off, and don't talk endlessly about the past in order to gain resonance."

"Now I just want to obey myself, after all, losing myself to love someone else is meaningless."

Love is not a crime, but there are consequences for loving.

Don't forget me, maybe we will meet again, will have another chance.

I may be stubborn. I have told many people that we are not suitable, but I have never said it to you.

Once a person gets something, they will forget the feeling of tiptoeing and looking at it through the shop window.

If true love cannot be exchanged for true love, then just go with the flow. Confidence is paramount, no bowing down.

In order to obtain love, people who lack love destroy the lovely parts of themselves in their longing.

I stumbled. I thought I would be treated well if I was sincere enough. My heart full of joy should come to an end.

What is love, what is love, how to love, how long should love last?

Is it the novelty that causes trouble, or is it someone who treats love as not love?

Love me for what? Love me without spending money, love me for being obedient and sensible, love me without responsibility. You just need to move your mouth, right?

The moment I feel loved, my mind is filled with gratitude.

I should be worthy of love, someone will eventually like me because I'm a bit chubby, because I look like this.

It's strange. The more perfunctory I am, the more people love me. The more I put in, the more they hold onto my weaknesses and talk about conditions with me.

It's better to be unclear if you can't see clearly. Being too clear will only make you unhappy.

Sometimes I really wish people's memories weren't so long.

You escaped at the critical moment, and I can't heal.

It's okay, don't worry, people you like always come suddenly.

"Go with the flow" probably means "I'm also helpless, just go with the flow."

"Don't blame the past." This phrase is too hypocritical. I'm not magnanimous. I like the idea of fortunes changing, turning for the worse.

It's easy to cut off a relationship, but it's difficult to stop missing and not turn back.