I once shouted, gradually I could not make a sound; I once cried, gradually I stopped shedding tears; I once felt sorrow, gradually I could endure everything; I once felt joy, gradually I looked down on everything in the world. And now, I am calm and composed, my gaze is firm, and all that remains in my heart is persistence.
This is me, the persistence of a small person!

I hate gentle girls. Just a word or a greeting can make someone care, and a few exchanged emails can make the heart race. If one day she calls, just seeing the call log would make me smile unconsciously. But I know this is only because she is gentle; those who are good to me are also good to others. I almost forgot this point, I almost forgot this point. If the truth is cruel, then the lie must be gentle, so gentleness is a lie.

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