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    She doesn't like to talk too much.  Talking too much is not a good thing.  Especially someone like her who can't speak.

    She pulled down the blue overalls.

    The sound of the machine turning is very loud.

    This is a job that relies on physical strength to earn a meager income.  Every day is busy.  no freedom.

    She has read many books and has been searching for the meaning of life.  But it doesn't seem to be improving.

    Winter has come, but the warm air is still flowing.  In the day after day of work, a passionate heart is slowly cooling down.

    Sometimes she stands in front of the window and pushes the glass away.  What greeted her was not a vast world, but a white wall.  The world seems so crowded.

    Can't get rid of the ordinary fate.

    Even if you are pretentious, you always feel that you are missing a piece of good luck.  She hasn't traveled very far.

    I like to look at the clouds in the sky, different colors and shapes outline another sense of beauty.  For a while, I liked to eat meat. I chewed the boiled fat with big mouthfuls, and my appetite was pantothenic.  want to throw up.

    She looked down on many things.  Yet yearn for something.  Plausible.

    I have been insomnia for a long time, and I can't think of any way to make myself fall asleep quickly.  She lay on the uncomfortable bed, thinking about the things she would face tomorrow, the crowd and the light and shadow.

    She walks a lot every day.  Several pairs of cloth shoes were worn out.  Those shoes were riddled with holes.  When he was thrown into the trash can, he never struggled with the bad luck of abandonment.  A dull existence, lifeless.  No one thinks about the fate of a pair of shoes, because it is humble and insignificant.  But it is closest to the earth.  Sensing the pulse and breath of the earth at all times.

    Sometimes she stands.

    Sometimes she sits.  It doesn't matter whether you are standing or sitting, you feel tired the same way.  If life is not going to be hard, why bother to put yourself in the most humble state.  She can live a good life, if she has a dream to hold on to, and a hope to look forward to.

    I want to live a free and easy life.  Not putting everything down.

    The countless overlapping nodes of life indicate that what should come will always come, and what should happen will always happen.  No matter how you resist and slander.

    She doesn't have angel arms, so she can't fly this circle.  The circle is enlarged infinitely.  More and more people came in and occupied that square inch.  Sadly crowded.  Wanting to escape, struggling without strength but still staying in place.  This is a chess game set by fate, pressing every step of the way.  Walk carefully.  But always feel the panic of losing everything.

    She has a pair of eyes that can find beauty.  For touching and exciting scenes, she can immediately get her inner response.  She is often as sentimental as a wounded child again.

    The leaves fell.  My heart seems to be sinking too.

    No one will come to her and tell her that tomorrow will be beautiful, keep going.

    "You are the best."

    "you can."

    She doesn't like to talk too much.  Talking too much is not a good thing.  But she often can't control her mouth.  Say something you don't even understand.

    This is sad.

    Because she found her weakness, but she has no determination to correct it.

    If you do something wrong, you have to admit it.

    Always find a way to fulfill the promises made.

    There are many calluses on the palm of her hand. Looking at those calluses, she recalls the past years alone.

    Those young days.  Pick up the desolation that fell on the ground, learn to love others, and only then will you get more love.

    Consider the fate of a pair of shoes.

    Even if lonely, small.  But it realizes its self-worth.  The value of being a pair of shoes.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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