她一直懷疑她需要的到底是一個樹洞般容身的空間，還是一個她可以自言自語的狀態。她嘗試著塑造想像來安置自身。不斷的用聽覺刺激心臟。安靜地憂愁讓她記得她還活著。告訴著自己撐一天就是多一天。everything is a lie. every moment is a struggle.
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