I am not me. the person who could not cross the remorse , who glared at spangles of stars. I spend more or less good life. my guffaw is more than once in a day with tight friends. that's why , it might be disorder that I felt something odd. this world is in my hands. I have never thought about fear. but, this body is cold. so I didn't know the pain. possibly , I am not me. may be , my body is being controlled. I want something than ever before. since I noticed that here was an artifact.
1*wave an arm although it's painful as if escape from the tangled strings. I know all thing is fake until now. voice of somebody. I hang my head down on back alley. but, I feel the real. the boy shed beautiful tears of vexation.
that's why , it might be disorder that I felt something odd. this world is in my hands. I have never thought about fear. but, this body is cold. so I didn't know the pain. The way which I go dishonor. I thought wrong that this world was in my hands this before. I am feeling the pain , now , but I don't feel uneasy. this body with the real. I remembered him who shed tears under the spangles of stars. There is feeling which I want in my front.
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possibly , I am not me. may be , my body is being controlled. I want something than ever before. There is something which I want in my front. 1*