Open the window and breathe the fresh air of the morning again, the last breath. Second-hand car trading. Pick up the long-lost 520, light it up, and see the smoke rise slowly. Recalling the past, every bit of memory is filled with bitterness, putting on a happy face in pain, struggling for more than ten years. It's finally time to end it all. The cigarette butt gradually goes out. Lying down slowly, a red liquid flows down, white gradually changes color... I have boarded the train to heaven...
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