A girl, everything about her. About love, about sex, about discrimination, about the world that is difficult to break through, about her unexpected death.
I always thought that when I was born, I could choose a lot. Choose to be vegetarian or eat meat for lunch, to watch movies or variety shows, to choose pants or two-piece tops, to choose moisturizing or degreasing...
Or, you can’t Choose Mimi or Dick, but can't choose a golden spoon or a diaper, can't choose who to meet, who to know, and who to be with in the end. Even, there is no choice to end.
Or, we are the little doll chosen by God, just sleeping in the little satisfaction we made.
Unforgettable, the look in this girl's eyes, the kind of little flame struggling in bottomless despair.
Keep asking: "why?" Then, die...
Deja vu, maybe, this flame exists for you and me. Fortunately, we all have amnesia. For the desperate, we will forget in a blink of an eye, or pretend to forget, close our hearts and enjoy life and be violent to us.
There is no "why" but numb joy··
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