To me – what's the use of being talented? What does beauty mean? What did the divine plan bring me! ? At a sudden glance, something seems to be awakened - the desperate life has the motivation to live, but you never seem to remember me. So, only opposition can make you aware of me? Was my intelligence finally doing me some good? But, what about him... What about the person who loves me and loves me? Do those affectionate eyes only bring guilt? What should I do? The cat fell in love with the mouse, and the mouse fell in love with the cat. But what's the use of such love? My life is all hopeless after all...
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