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Maz stood in front of the painting, staring at Mia's eyes. The sadness in his eyes seemed to be no longer able to contain it, and it was about to overflow, "Miya, why are you hiding it from me?" Why!
Do you know how hard it was when I sent you back to Earth! And you left me like this, leaving my friends who fought together. If I knew I would bury you, I would never have put you there!
Why don't I send you back to Antarctica? I hate myself so much! Maz blamed herself, her brow furrowed, and even her shoulders twitched in pain.
He held the frame with both hands and buried his head deeply, tears welling up from his closed eyes, falling to the ground and shattering into splashes. His silent crying only made his mood even more depressed. "Miya, are you hiding and refusing to see me?
That queen of the forest can't fool me with her eyes, she's lying! Are you not dead? What are you**?
Come on me! I! Maz rests her head against the frame.
I don't know if I can help, this is a screenshot of my **. But in line with the sad paragraph.
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With a braking sound, Sakurako's life flew up gently, slowly, and fell on the wet and cold street, like a butterfly at night.
Although it was spring, it seemed to be late autumn.
She just crossed the street to help me deliver letters. I slowly opened my eyes, standing blankly under the arcade, my eyes were wrapped in hot tears, all the cars in the world stopped, and the crowds flocked to the road and **, no one knew that the one lying on the street was my butterfly. At this time, she was only five meters away from me, so far away.
Bigger raindrops splashed on my glasses and splashed into my life.
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I wanted to cry without tears, and in the lonely night, I faced the unknown table lamp and recalled the heartbreaking past. He, they were all in front of him. It's hard to look back. Now all that's left is this cold light.
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1. Without noticing, those raindrops fell on the glass, causing gentle ripples, and I didn't dare to touch them, for fear that it would erode my torn body.
2. People always have to forget some things, and then they can remember other things. It's like someone wants to be close to him, and someone is destined to leave!
3. If I could be with you, I would rather let all the stars in the sky be lost, because your eyes are the brightest light in my life.
4. I also worked hard to follow the gaps in the leaves, looking for answers, and the bamboo leaves outside the window were calling softly, and I saw its desire and persistence for life.
5. Either literary or martial, I mean you have to have a place where you can do it, and everything is a taboo for people. Everything is a few things, and more common is the realm.
6. It is difficult to love someone, and it is even more difficult to abandon your beloved at the end of the year. When a man meets love, he will become tolerant and tolerant of all the weaknesses of a woman.
7. If you want to divide the levels in society, there is only one way, and that is competition, you must work hard, otherwise the end will be pressed at the bottom of the society.
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I didn't feel that autumn was approaching, and I gradually felt cool. The rain fell on the windowsill, setting off countless sorrows in the heart code, and the sound of Ting Ling turned into a parting song, sending you away from me. It's just reluctant, just sad. However, you are desperate and heartbroken.
I'd rather let people see that you are heartless than pitiful. There will always be more people in this world who see your jokes than you who care about you. When you are sad and sad, squat down and hug yourself, forgive others, and let yourself go.
When the sun shines on the mold, you only let it shine by candlelight; There is something to say, don't wait for the other party to understand, because the other party is not you, you don't know what you want, and in the end you can only be sad and disappointed, especially feelings.
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