A Person's 1314

Later, later,Do you ever experience this?Watching your beloved things being deprived,That heartbreaking feeling,Yet pretending to remain unaffected,The feeling,Suddenly changing seats,In 2015,When I was a little girl,In middle school,The people behind me,Were no longer him,I felt like I had lost concrete and steel,Just a strong shell,Internally, I was hollowed out,What is middle school?It's chalk scribbling endlessly,It's a lamp that refuses to extinguish even late at night,It's the exuberant launch of various black horses,It also was,The trigger for my grades to start plummeting,The teacher emphasized,Specific content of a certain chapter,I leaned back,With a slight angle of 45 degrees,Thinking about why he looked,So tired,So drowsy,Why didn't I have any chance to help him?Where did he go?Could everyone around him join in?Why,We were,Only three meters apart,But it felt like,Three centuries apart,Reaching out,But I couldn't touch him,I don't remember,How I spent my middle school years,How much I fell behind,How many times I was talked about by the teacher,How long my mother sighed secretly,I only remember,That summer,Exceptionally sad,In my headphones,Endless loop of the songs he recommended to me,The chat records are,Three months ago,Countless memories,On the playground,He offered water to his friend,He tied his shoelaces countless times for his brother,He stood up for me when someone bullied me at my desk,That,In the sunlight,He laughed heartily,That boy in time,How is he doing?Is he still smiling?Is he still righteous?Is he still cheerful?Our high school,Was only a street away,Three years,But we never met,No chance encounters,No romances,The little girl I used to be,Loved fairy tales,Because fairy tales always have beautiful endings,Prince and princess lived happily ever after,But real life,Is like the ugly duckling becoming a white swan,Even if eventually transformed into a beautiful angel,The prince has already disappeared,I feared losing you countless times,Only to realize,I never actually possessed you,I remember liking a passage:,I think you might like me,At 61 percent,At 25 points,On Friday,In March,In the nights I dreamed of you,Two,Six years,One hundred sidelong glances,Three hundred letters,483MB,One thousand paper cranes,Countless tears,Goodbye, that him,That really, really silly boy who was always waiting for you behind,No longer waiting silently behind you,I hope we all find happiness,This text is dedicated,To commemorate this time,This,A person's 1314

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