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My sister and I talked about what I wrote in my previous blog.
It was hard to look at them again.
They are like bubbles, colorful and beautiful bubbles.
I couldn't stand the lies that I made up about my life.
I couldn't stand that I denied the fact and truth for so long.
I couldn't read them.
I couldn't continue to write.
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