I_mACuteDoll

In 1981, I began to experience the parting of life and death. At first, it was attending other people's funerals, feeling curious and regretful, thinking this kind of thing was still far from me, completely unable to understand the sadness of losing a loved one. It wasn't until I lost my father that I realized this sadness is incurable, unavoidable, and inescapable. This pain will slowly hide with time; during busy times or when tired, I might forget everything, including the sadness. Yet, in the quiet of the night, it resurfaces, thinking of the times when you were still here, remembering the

All fam, to my brothers and sisters, I have teamed up with my foreign good buddies to short BTC and Ether. For Market Stabilization. Please join us, I beg you.

Officially notifying everyone that I have officially returned with my foreign frens. Continuing to short Ether and short BTC.

Brothers, I have achieved financial freedom.

Does anyone still know me

Does anyone else know me, family?

I'm still here, does anyone know me?

Who still remembers me, I made money in A-shares, and I have nothing to do in the currency circle to come back and have a look.