111111-你要加油

我读回了给朋友的信息，那天的自己打了那么一段。

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This is a place where a plate of curry rice is enough to make u feel satisfied. This is a place where you will become no longer care about the stuff that you think it's very very important in the past,just like birthday or new year. This is a place where you will initially aim for distinction then first class then second class then end up you will thank god such that you didn't fail. And this is a place that will simply make me really really miss you guys. A lot.

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But no matter how much i hate this place,i think one day i will still miss India. May be it's not only the good memories that I will miss,I may find it hard to let go of the bad one too,which undoubtedly made up a huge portion here.

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某年某月某天某个当下的情绪，我习惯用着文字把它们都框起来，每当读回去的时候，却忘了自己为什么会对其他人那么说过。

我还记得这么一句话：当你能够与寂寞共存时，你就会变得更坚强了。

111111，对我而言，是寂寞的代号，想告诉自己，那些泪划过的痕迹，叫做痛。而那痛，是成长，也是快乐。

感激生命里的自己，在风雨中依然能够坚强的一个人生活；感激生命里的朋友，不断的告诉自己：你，并不是一个人的，虽然我们都被分开了，但你还有我们。

虽然，或许，那只不过是个美丽的谎言。
因为人在最脆弱的时候，往往只剩下自己的灵魂。

但，那样的美丽，却也已经很足够了。