how meaningful it was back then. how apt to describe the story. the
world it implied.

indeed. our world which was implied. how I simply drew parellel to my world.

too similar to me.
almost cast frm the same mould.

why the pretence? to hide from realities? escapists whose breakes
cannot work anymore in the sky.

the tinge of sadness, so trivial at times yet painfully resembling.

the lack of self confidence so evident. I wonder if the encouragement
is as easily received as do for me?

I wish. I wish I wish. I wonder how much more do we copy?

and hikari mocks me, tortures me more.

to be so gladly oppressed by the people around me. of my life.

I'm not sure if to feel sad.

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