A person is so beautiful,
you can be as beautiful as you want,
just a beam of sunlight shining on you,
you can also take it as bathing in the stars.
Put away your gaze expecting the outside world,
and focus a little on liking yourself in your left atrium.
Every moment is unusual.
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Brian Wong
Hello, I'm Brian Wong , a 29-year-old aspiring writer dedicated to weaving captivating stories that resonate with the depths of human experience.
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