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Everything feels heavy now! Loneliness is like a snake in my bosom... I was like a patient who was expected to die these days. My presence is neither valuable nor my absence obvious.
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What will I do after you?
Without you, I would cry with salt next to me.
Watching their way without giving up
I will write poems for you!
And believe me, this does not tire me,
As much as trying to live without you...