I am not myself now. I don't know who am i now. Sometimes, i feel that i'm a book. I'm in a good place known as library. But, i'm packed among other books. Covering with glass on the shelf, having little air to breath with.
Some people will probably thinking that i'm insane now. U can always just press alt + F4 anytime if you are not interested on this.
I'm packed among other people of a kind right now, facing plenty of stress. I have some knowledge on me, just like a book. But, not everyone came to this library read this book.
Even worse, after someone read that book, they drawing all over that book or even tearing out pages from the book. Just like now, someone keep asking me to do those things that i don't want to, andit hurts my feelings. Please stop asking me doing all the things that i don't wanted.
When can i get out of all these...
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Written with sincere. Thanks for reading.
不怕雨打。连儿歌也唱着：“大风起，把头摇一摇- - - - - -大雨来，弯着背让雨浇”。俗语说：“野火烧不尽，春风吹又生”，就是指小草那不躯不挠的精神。
