Soaring the Heavens

The state is not good, the head is hairy, and the outline is filled in. There is no passion at all.

Recently, I have almost always been in such a state. I have been forced to follow the outline. I feel that I am a bit numb. I don’t have a bit of aura. I just wrote it according to the outline. Today, the situation is especially serious. I don’t even want to put it on the keyboard. They are not willing to move.

I really want to rest for a day or two, but this thing has to be written every day, and it is enough to be tortured.

Don't force yourself, postpone it, slow down, postpone it until the evening!

Forgive me!

Oh, apologize!

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