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A poem describing a ghost in my heart and always feeling that others are hurting me.

Many things grind, and ugly people live in Nancheng. Who said that the world is quiet and sunny, and it is helpless to be a ghost? Hanging hundreds of dead branches, the phantom bird went to the new temple, sobbed and swallowed the yellow paper embroidered clothes in northwest Hubei. Ugly children are rare, ghosts walk at night, Du Fengmen in the capital of song dynasty closes, and the pagoda falls for a moment. Draw a ghost and draw a different picture, especially at night, people who have no soul should be more careful.