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While standing in front of a library, I picked up an old book. Its pages were slightly yellowed; the corners of its cover were worn, and its color had faded slightly from years spent on the same shelf. The moment I opened it, a small piece of paper fell out. It bore a few lines of writing. At first I could not recall when I had written it. Then I realized the writing was mine. The sentences felt familiar, yet I could not quite remember the person who had written them. What was striking at that m

The writer says, “You never ask about my condition.” He waits—for you to come and shake off his wounds, to inquire after his well-being. I enjoy writing such sincere, heartfelt words here, because no one knows me. Moreover, what is shared here is not the past or a shared circle, but my very feelings and inner thoughts. I believe people must be allowed to breathe through this. Anyway, something stuck in my mind: I cried over whatever saddened me. I endured so much, but in the end, I cried to you