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I used to think that when I died, I would tell my story to someone else.

Because of shame and self-esteem, he hated that he couldn't bury his past when he was young, just like Xiao Jindong when he was eight years old. He thought that death meant the end of everything …

Today, I sit in front of so many people, being illuminated by the flashing lights, somewhat can't open my eyes