“dont make a cult out of suffering”
抄过的诗,放下笔就沉睡了。经年逾晌再读,慢吞吞地松动了,揉揉眼睛醒来了,又和善又欢悦地:你来了,我等你好久了。
你心里泛起一阵展平废纸团般的舒坦。
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