I may be sick, I don't know, my friends may know, the doctor probably knows; I am a human, maybe I am not, my friends don't know, I may know a little bit, maybe God knows... (Well... I am confused, is this considered dark or a drama, why can't I find the description label I want, actually I think this short story is of the schizophrenia type, forget it, let's just treat it as soy sauce.) This short story is composed of short stories, wandering between reality and fantasy, the content is difficult to define, so I don't like to enter with caution.
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