The True God is Myself
by Two Bowls Of Crispy Noodles
About This Novel
I ran all the way along something called a railroad track and finally ended up in a place called a city. There I sold my youth and labor. In the end, all that was left was a slight cough and a bent bone that no one wanted? This is not what I want. What I want is to escape from the city.
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I write like a fool,
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