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And the love and hate of life, the moment of occurrence is so turbulent, like a high fever, like an unstoppable hatred, and when they are boiled into lingering wounds in time, there is only an empty sense of loss.
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And the love and hate of life, the moment of occurrence is so turbulent, like a high fever, like an unstoppable hatred, and when they are boiled into lingering wounds in time, there is only an empty sense of loss.
