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2023-02-28 01:51 作者:Desertheat | 我要投稿
好冷 好繁琐 只有田地青草 地里汲取营养般的你死我活 公告栏上的成绩榜单一次次更变含蓄的版本 我，不在其中。 幼稚的哲学游戏，原来一直都是港湾，我明白了成熟的罪恶，人间炼狱，普罗透斯的上层面貌。我吐出来的又是什么？ It's so cold and it's so tedious and it's all about the fields and the grass and the more subtle versions of the list of grades on the bulletin board and I'm not one of them. Naive philosophical game, originally has been a harbor, I understand the mature sin, the human purgatory, Proteus's upper face. What am I throwing up?
