Blink of an eye in September. This time last year, I feel like I still love a person, as if waiting for a man still standing back, this time of year I seem to suddenly become increasingly indifferent casual, originally wanted a lot of things, all of a sudden do not want it. No longer have anyone to expect. Ah, so good, too. Not me, I do not.
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