Sad there is no answer

As to what loneliness is, she did not say that at that time, probably he,himself does not know. How many people in the world know how lonely close? I'm afraid not. "Sorrow", "lonely", are man-made words, once the Crown in front of unknown emotions, at some appropriate time to say ", you can easily replace our most primitive touch to it. We said a flower spent is lonely of, is because.this flower spent opened has, is no enjoy, so it only silently bloom, so waiting alone waiting for withered; we said a a people is lonely of, is because she in a moment decided close own, refused to all outside information of entered, so she thoroughly fall in a closed of space in, double feet became hysteresis, unwilling to go out, day after day, on so slowly to was air corrosion, was abandoned in time boundless of wilderness. But I often confused is: under what circumstances the most lonely people? Are living in their own world, no one loves; also is in love with a man, there has never been any nearer to love? Sunk when sleeping in bed, fragments of mind is that such a mess, they like about good, Chung came together from all directions, the deluge heaped with my eyes, my mind, think that hid and hid does not open. I remember that dream often, dreams, I fell into a deep well, wall crawling over wet and greasy greasy Moss, surrounded by darkness, look no glimmer of light. Wells was not knees, cold cold, directly-heart stamp. That feeling was fear, similar to being buried alive, but give you a faint hope that, in addition to escape, I had no choice, I bend the rope climbing of so many, but wall and I do, like having a pair of invisible hands controlling everything, lining a higher layer after layer of masonry. In this mixed plain bad dream time passed very slowly, my hands, sweat like rain. Wells jumped rope longer the more variable. Each time you do this dream I have a horrible Feeling of suffocation, seemed to be holding his neck, a near-death experience. When fast climb to jingyan, I suddenly woke up. In this dream I had for years, over and over, endlessly, in my dream I see the face of the world. Then I finally understood, I would never stop trying to climb out. But also riveting foot climb, stubborn demented.


                                                                                                                                                            

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