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I used to have a disappointment. I hope that I should do something in the morning when the sun is shining, not homework, not sleep. Maybe people who look at the sun in the shuttle should think of something, not forgetting, not sadness. Maybe I am sitting at the window and I am going to write something, not the past, not the future. I used to have the disappointment of joy. When you were away from me, I was delighted to find a way to the quiet and deep, full of strangeness. When you gather with me, there is a lot of laughter on the road, perhaps less quiet. I used to have a disappointment, maybe I was sitting in the window, the cold powder wall. Perhaps the sun was at the beginning, as it was at this time, the veins were clearly outlined. I will cast my eyes on the world like a world, and the teacher��s bite and the tiredness of the classmates can be experienced. The wind swelled slowly from all sides Marlboro Lights, floating beside it, overflowing with every inconspicuous corner, swaying the finely rotating dust that grew brighter and quieter through the window. How much lazy? I used the question mark, but I felt that it was wrong and the tone was too heavy. Exquisite thoughts are not suitable for questioning. Lazy is there, just now, I forgot what kind of posture I used to be. I used to sit on the ladder. The stone steps are like a dry face. It is cold and maybe warm Parliament Cigarettes, and the deeper is the texture of the bump. Think of some time stories, about waiting. Wipe off the thin sand of the fingertips, because of the long-term pressure on the ground two fingers red, with some red and white staggered and beaten fine thorns. I sat there waiting for a man, a little boy. Maybe he is not good-looking, maybe it is ugly, maybe he is not talented, maybe he is clumsy. But he will definitely appear. In the age of youth, there is nothing to take the opportunity to escape you. I know that he will come, at least by passing. He saw a little girl sitting on the stage, and she was wondering in her heart, "Hey, this is where the girl came from." Or maybe he saw me, just hiding behind a tree, peek at me, with the pride and caution of the boy. I should also pick a piece of grass and play with it in my hands, like nothing happened. Then secretly sneak a curse in the bottom of my heart to see when you have the courage to watch the sun slowly. Oh, don't be so pessimistic, it's still early morning. The sun shattered the dark shadow on the window sill. I remember one dream after another, the dream at night. Looking forward to the future, there is often an invisible game, and dreams are not the easiest. Not only in person, but also unknown, walking on the edge of illusion and reality, when the dawn is almost the same, all the castles are gone. Start a 12-hour physical experience, and lay the next 12 o'clock at midnight. The dream is a thorny rose. Any needle pain is amplified by it, and any thoughts are also red. Sometimes I saw the figure, squatted on the case, pinched a short pen, and painted a blue whale that was also painted with dissatisfaction. The whales wandered on the paper, and the scars and the whales were cut by the missing blanks. They all belonged to the sun. I have had a lot before. Now, I have it before. I used to have the disappointment of joy, crying and crying, and it was a joy. The eyes swayed into a flaming phoenix flower, thinking of the stars, laying the night, our sky, the train of your childhood, rumbling through the ears, carrying a one-way ticket to the unknown area. The scenery outside the window is connected into a piece, or it is thick green or gray, with a slight breeze, and sprinkle a package of carefully prepared colored paper outside the window. Let the colored paper fly and shine, shine with light, don't worry about the direction, and have nothing to do with color. Even if it is memory, it may be a farewell, and a future ceremony. Perhaps unintentionally glimpsed the color of the sun under the feet, I will marvel at the illusions and dreams of the past, the past years and the light, will cast a long gaze farther than the distance of the train. Sigh with a sigh of youth. Really, the most important thing in life is the few steps, taking a one-way ticket and walking on the baggage, and the pace of the road ahead. Once upon a time, I have had the comfort of waiting, this reason you don't understand me, he doesn't understand, they don't understand, I have had some thoughts before, this secret, you don't say he doesn't say we don't say Newport 100S. Once upon a time, I had a disappointment. I used to have it, now I have it.
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