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fasdfsaThe second letterText/disappear binnyI could not speak without a copy of the letter. You need to forgive me for not writing in this way. I have never written a novel, because it is safer to have a fake story. I hide under the mask of my flower, and if I do not, you will never know my face. Yes, I just cant open my mind to talk to you. I fear everyones understanding of me, because I know that no one can truly understand each other. You and I all is according to with words, thought this bolt credential is justice in the world, but your words into your life is your understanding, your points left cross breaks may not cover is the treasure of my heart, your hook or into my ear. Who knows? We take the presumptuous basis of our hands, and we can make a bold picture of what you think is a cross, but no one can say who is a role model and who is ignorant. We always strange, inaccessible, with self thinking to illustrate the world of others, private eyes, ignorance, but forgive me even if you get the more hopeless, also want to try my best to leave the brush hardness of crank, maybe there is always a person will follow the ravines and touch me with ones back bent I describe the soul and bones.A few days ago, I left changsha to go to sanya to see the sea. It took me three months, and I found myself out of place. Changsha city is not mine, I left for many years, I even dont know several road, often go to a deserted in the memory, but I rely on the past is a collapse of the ruins for rebuilding. Except that a cavity, with the city I become estranged, I like it shedding of skin, dry ugly of a layer of thin, and its transformation so fine, angular has crossed out of my memory. You dont know my sadness, I hold a pen that does not come out of ink, want to depend on memory to go to see a piece of blue, so I went to sanya. Did you find out? My road signs always bear the mark of the curve of memory, and I always hope to find something permanent in the flow of time, but it is a