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I don't know what to say, everyone has their own story, people can't be compared, people are better than people, angry people, you're still alive, aren't you?
Think about how many innocent people died in the original war.
How many innocent Jews were killed by the Nazis.
It is a fact that some children are born abandoned by their parents, relegated to the streets, and picking up garbage for food, not for nothing, nor for nonsense, this is all a fact.
Sometimes life may be better than death, but more often you should move forward, you think you are miserable and no one hurts, then it is wrong, there are more people who are worse than you, no one hurts, it's just that you don't know it personally, it's just that you don't have contact.
Then how do you say that those who were born with missing arms and lame legs survived, some have the love of their parents, but some are still orphans.
There are so many unfortunate things in life, and no one is the most unlucky, because there will always be more unfortunate ones.
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Go to a longing and unfamiliar environment to hone yourself. Learn to be self-reliant and work hard to accumulate your own bright future! Remember:
I am here for success, not for failure! No one hurts, no one loves me and it won't stop me in my way. It's not that I'm pitying myself, it's because I have too much suffering that no one can talk to, but I believe this is my memory of future hardships!
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Hello, your family has certainly caused you a lot of harm, but, without a doubt, there must be people who are more unfortunate than you. Nobody loves, no one cares, no one cares. However, there are also people in worse circumstances who do not give up on themselves, which, in fact, is more important than their own character, strong.
You are already great, compared to those who give up on themselves, I think that the first condition for happiness is your own struggle, when others don't care about you and don't care about you, you care about yourself, care about yourself, and take yourself seriously!
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Everyone wants to be loved.
And LZ is longing.
Don't worry, someone will be waiting for you.
It hasn't shown up yet because the time hasn't come yet.
Try to socialize with people Not everyone is a bad person.
Good for people who are good to themselves.
Do these things well, and you'll be very happy
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Twenty-four years old has to rely on yourself, don't think about the past, it's useless to think about it, it will only make you feel lower.
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Don't think like that, because with me, I'm often ignored, look for me when you need me, ignore me when you don't need me, I'm used to looking down on people, and I'm used to being nice to people who are good to me.
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Unfortunately, but you should be self-reliant.
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The person who loves me the most in the world went] "The person who loves me the most in the world" records the last bits and pieces of my mother's life, love is the order, the heart is the pen, the plain things, and the poignant feelings, so that people feel that life, pen and soul know each other, feel the inadvertent strong maternal love, feel the endless thoughts of the children, and the person who loves me the most in the world. Or Zhang Jie wrote this book not only to dedicate an elegy to her mother, but also to warn all the children in the world not to be considered filial piety and repentance to cover up their mother's real needs. Prepare for mother's love, it is usual, close the doors and windows, pay attention to the weather changes, wear more clothes when it snows, and so on, and so on, remind the usual and ordinary, but when we look at many things in the world indifferently, we will understand that only maternal love is the most selfless, sincere, and simple in the world.
Pity the hearts of parents all over the world, they will never hold a grudge against their children, that kind of tolerance, not that they don't care about their children's attitude, but that they can't bear to blame and demand. When Zhang Jie was critically ill, she suddenly felt that the roles of mother and daughter had changed all of a sudden, and her mother's love affair with her became more and more serious, and sometimes she obeyed her command like a child. At some point, Zhang Jie thought that her mother did not understand her filial piety, thought that her mother was negative and misanthropic and even tossed her, after her mother died suddenly, Zhang Jie gradually realized her mother's hard work, Zhang Jie hated why she didn't know how to love her mother more when she was fifty years old, for the only person her mother could rely on, Zhang Jie was really relied on by her mother too little......After viewing, text appreciation).
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