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Valentine's Day Sentimental Diary (Talk about a person's 52 Valentine's Day Sentimentality)
You can't expect people from the south to accompany you, journey to the south.
Later, I gave up all my tears for a big realization.
how much I love you in the world, and finally I'm sorry.
in some years, some people are destined to be the soft underbelly of the rest of their lives.
What I used to think was heartbreaking became a joke after become memories.
be a layman, loaf all your life, be clean and free.
Say sorry to yourself, because it was hard for others to do it for yourself.
I'm still me, with less smiles and more coolness.
Your lies are very beautiful, which touched me. Pretending not to love you is the hardest thing I have ever done. Time makes the pain pale, and makes persistent people choose to leave
1. After a hesitation that they turned around and missed, they will never have a chance again.
1 pretending to be calm when saying goodbye has turned into crying in the middle of the night.
1 I told you to wait for me! Yes, you waited for me. Not only that, you also found someone to wait for me.
1 I will still miss you, although all this is meaningless.
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