How to count sheep when swimming back to the fish tank?
I've been stuck in those wonderful past.
The drowned fish made up their imagination of being allergic to water.
A dream that can't wake up is too long.
After the glass is broken, you beat the ground.
The only lie that is still breathing.
The next few lines
Those promises that are too generous.
Even with salt, it can't be dried.
You repeat it over and over again.
Still continuing blood transfusion, self-righteous romance
After adding the bean paste for photocoagulation,
What's it like to stop moving forward?
You've been trying to piece together the original
I like your figure too.
Will eventually get through this moment.
The psychological distance between them is too far and too wide.
You keep thinking, keep imagining.
How to write the next few lines of our story
But honey, I'm already on the other side
No matter where in the future.
My dream is none of your business.
Extremely infatuated
I have excellent writing skills.
Some ambiguous explanations
In an extremely ingenious way suitable for hearing.
Mosaic into an extremely pleasing posture.
A very cheap and vulgar poem.
In an extremely teasing manner.
Extremely mocking my blog.
So I was so disgusted with the middle that I cut it.
Those rhyming words
My extremely unbalanced and fragmented mind
Actually, I'm still obsessed with blood.
Your appearance
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