I'm tired. I can feel it truly. When I'm tired, everything I do will be of little use. I like energy, and passion. Many valuable inspirations walked away, I can't find them back. I need some rest, enough rest. Just let me go to bed, then all these go well. Oh, my comfortable bed! I judge people's state by their faces, I judge myself by myself, and by my face, too.
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