Tired heart.

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There are different choices in my heart.

Although my heart is full of embarrassment and uneasiness, I must work hard to go on.

The heart is slowly filled with the appearance of maturity and the world.

But I know the direction I am pursuing and the temperature of luxury.

There is a different choice, only to know that the first time is really difficult.

Get used to the hard growth of a person.

In the feelings, I was wronged, I must only think of tolerance.

Once I have been wronged, is it true?

Tired heart.