he had a dream last night. a bad dream.
all he can remember is on the phone,
she cried and asked over and over again:
" why u can always smile? " "why?"
then he waked up
what a discreditable and dolorous dream. he thought.
he supposed he already don't care at all, seems impossible now.
compassion is disgusting, commisertated by oneself is even more.
just let it go
easy to say, hard to do
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