I meet a lot of people in my life, keep a distance from anyone in my life, but only want to meet you

YZ, I have stood in front of death and faced it.The prophecy in my life, you are in the prophecy, I will stand in front of the god of death, I will look back at you three times, then walk towards you, then see the sun, and see all my past

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You are in prophecy.It is a gift from God. "God, I love you with all my heart and forever, like I don't know why I love you so much, trust you, in your soul"

Now I don’t want to spy on my past anymore. After I can see the sky, it turns out that you are there. After getting better and better, I can’t laugh anymore. I don’t love people who I have treated kindly. No matter who they are, Anyway, it has always been my drag, how good is it to get rid of it?What is the nostalgia for the past, I have paid too much, and I am really tired.I don't want to come to this world again in my next life

We were finally wounded so badly that we spent our entire lives; I no longer love anyone in this life because I have seen the selfishness of human nature;

We can't go back to the past, it used to be so good; now I really want to go away and leave forever; I miss the old self, I was kind to everyone, and then the people you loved really only kill die you;

You are in the prophecy, it's like God put you in my life and sent you to save me....; I'm really getting better day by day, like all dreams

In the world, I finally returned to the world.Thank you for bringing me back to the world from hell..., I once stood in front of the god of death and looked back at you three times...

In order to meet you, I came to the world to meet you

You were in the prophecy..., I didn't expect to meet you, but you were in the prophecy; just like I didn't think that I would be healed, but in the prophecy

Today I am sober, I know if I can keep talking to you;

but to start a conversation with you

YZ, I regret it, I regret that I was too kind to others,,,,,

I also convinced myself that I gave you red envelopes all the way, I was so sick that I was going to die.You know that I am going to die of illness, but you still insist on asking for red envelopes all the way. I am so afraid of mentioning money. Once, you kept mentioning, constantly mentioning, stimulating my nerves to die

"Do you still want red envelopes, and give you some more? Haha"

"Do you still want a red envelope?"

You don’t talk anymore, as you once said, you suffer because you are ugly,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Since then, I am no longer amnesia,,,,, yes, I have regained my memory,,,,,,

But once I also had selective amnesia, those sleeping factors are the ones I can’t lose