Times were tough, and the threat of destitution filled the rooms of the apartment like a dense, blinding fog. There was no escape from fear, and bit by bit all three boys absorbed their mother’s dark ontological conclusions about the purpose of life. Either work or starve. Either work or lose the roof over your head. Either work or die. For the Fergusons, the weak-minded notion of All-For-One-And-One-For-All did not exist. In their little world, it was All-For-All—or nothing.
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No matter how much I try to forget about you, you’re always there in the shadows. Like my own personal ghost. My angel from the past. I’ve come to accept that you’ll always be with me, and I don’t know if that realization is relief, or yet another burden for me to bear. Either way, I’ll keep remembering a list of all things we had. https://t.cn/RxkcmHf

when i see your smile in the screen
you’re good at everything
you’re just perfect
feels like i’ve never been you

“看着镜中在笑着的你，你什么都做的很好，你堪称完美，仿佛我并不曾成为过你”

do you ever seen me
do you know who i am
or how do i look now
you don’t like me either ​​​

“你是否能看到我，你又是否知道我是何人，或许你知道我现在长什么样子吗 也许你也不会喜欢我吧”

╥ ╥..Whatever you look like i like you all and still love you.♥️