I once loved you, loved you very much, gave up the love I did not want to let go, now I understand that it is not that I do not love you enough, you do not like me, no matter what I do, you will not like it, but very hate it, so blindly paid I have no idea of your recent life, I do not expect that I will stay in your heart.
What kind of impression, do not imagine what a position in your heart, I will no longer show others that I give up, because the real give-up is always silent, a certain year, a month, a certain moment, I vaguely and clearly found that I do not like you, I do not leave you in an instant, but in many, many times. Instant disappointment weakens my endurance time and again, until love can not talk about hate also can not talk about, I have not missed you for a long time, and sometimes that is why I do not know why I can not help but cry at that moment when very sad is very cold, but it is okay, and later thought is my misunderstanding, but in the moment I can not help crying very hard. Sometimes I don't know what's going on with me.
It's confused whether I don't understand it or the fact is so cruel. In fact, I don't know how to say it. Sometimes I especially want to say everything, but I can't do it. I dare not tell too many people or say that every time I look at you happy, I am happy too. It's because I can't be happy. I thought I was happy to meet you and didn't want to die. Sometimes I don't like being alone when I'm alone.
When nobody cares about me, it's really hard.
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