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I know that a woman’s misfortune begins with weakness. I am such a weak woman who always succumb to his evil power. I often hold fantasies that he will not bother me any more. But he is like a devil, no, like a terrible worm pestering me and torturing me. Once he kept saying that he loved me, I believe it. Then when he was with him, he hit me when he was a little unhappy. Later, I couldn’t stand his torture and listened to Wen Fang’s advice. I left him. But I don’t know that I can’t get rid of him until now. I don’t know how I owed him in my previous life. I will repay him in this way in this life. I haven’t been out for five days. I can’t get out of bed or move. If you say that you love me, you can put the knife holder on my neck to kill me. I’m really going to collapse. I really don’t want to talk about my misfortune like Sister Xianglin. But now I am sitting here without thinking. I can’t write any words that can make people happy. I just have bourgeois feelings, so what? The rain outside the house was still pattering on the ground. I was sitting on the computer desk. The ticking of the old clock downstairs was intertwined with the rain, which made people more upset. The rain in autumn is always so lingering and annoying that it has never stopped since we got up in the morning. It is neither tight nor slow to go underground. I don’t want to go out in this weather. Besides, I can’t go out now, and my body is full of injuries. I haven’t been to work for a week, and I have lost my mind to work. I don’t know what I am going to do in such a gloomy life, but I just sit in such a daze. I am tortured physically and mentally, and I don’t know what to do in one day. Passing day by day. Today, it is the same. After reading books for a while, watching TV for a while, I stopped by the window to see the drizzle. The rain was condensed into small drops of water on the glass, which rose slowly and fell down suddenly. A shallow trace left on the glass disappeared soon. The sky was like a gray cloth wet with water, which was almost heavy and I felt out of breath. I counted the small drops of water on the window glass, which could not be counted. The sky is dark, just like my mood at this time. The fishy smell rolled up in the mud forced into the room. Such a rascal was like him very much. After Wushan, the mulberry field is good, and the wolf is still red. The autumn rain was misty, and the yellow flowers made the wind dry yesterday. When the music of joy was gone, I felt that my heart was empty and the curtain was hanging down. The Flying Swallow returned in the drizzle. I want to let such entanglement disappear in the rain. I want to think more. If only I didn’t love it at the beginning. Such devastation is that even the bright flowers will wither. I know my life is not long. Who is wandering and not pitiful? former haunts season good flower days, heartbroken people to year. It was raining only when there was a piece of residual red, and a few drops of fog and smoke made the boat’s eyes wrong at that time.

[Editor in charge: Ke Er]

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