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My loneliness

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I have been attached to a heart, but I have never been alone. It dawned on me when I applied this definition that if so, perhaps no one in the world could escape loneliness. There may be flowers and voices outside, but there is little or no one understands the world inside.

I have talked with many people about my ideal, and it is something that can be called faith, both close and distant. I said: 'what I want to do is just myself. The future doesn't matter to me. '

I can accept everything, but I can't face the polished myself. I can lose everything but myself. On this basis, I would rather have nothing.

Most of the others just smile, with three points of contempt, seven points do not understand. Later I thought, those ideals in their eyes may not be ridiculous, just unrealistic, but this unrealistic expansion to the extreme will become a joke.

Loneliness, to me is just not understood and can not depend on, pure and lofty, to me is just tired of the world's desolate darkness, trying to find a ray of light.

If I am alone or out of company, I am not alone for a long time. And if, in my opinion, it is permanent loneliness.

I know how ridiculous my faith is in front of them, and the things I insist on are not worth mentioning in front of so many people, but I still disdain to accept the deal if I can get recognition in return. Believing in the present is not because of how realistic it is, but because both the past and the future are too vague.

As long as the future I still do what she wants to do, even if only I know the loneliness and weakness in these days, well, if I have to abandon myself and cater to the society when I grow up, it's better to resist growing up, refuse socialization, and run rampant as I wish.

In addition to death and tombstone, I think only I can see the pattern behind the ghost card.

Whether rich or poor, how successful or unknown, the soul behind all nothingness insists on her own, and who cares how well others see it.

If there is no birdsong, there is no silence.