A liar deceives an author, and love deceives a sentence written in blood, and then you know that the world is still that world, but the liar has more smiles, and the author has more ink. The wound is just like me, a stubborn child who refuses to heal, because the heart is a warm and moist place suitable for anything to grow.
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