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It hurts, I don't know where it hurts, but it just hurts Powerless, whether the mind sleeps or breathes, it hangs like a corpse lying quietly. An earnest prayer goes too far and cannot be called again, but it does not return like a balloon that has already crossed the mountain. The sky is too far. ¡°Eli Eli Rama Sabachthani¡± I buried myself in a chair and closed my eyes as if everything had stopped I have to move my body back And I have to sleep on the sofa in front of you When I wake up, I hope that the loneliness, the helpless heart, the pain of not knowing what to do will go away, and a new world will be before my eyes. It might be a dream ¡°Eli Eli Rama Sabachthani¡± ¡¡
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