I suddenly discovered that my relationship with nails is the same as the relationship between matches and me.
Everyone is a little animal who is loved by others.
The initial relationship was wonderful. But after all, it is something that cannot be afforded.
There is no way to bear the fate of others, and there is no way to bear the lives of others.
But since you know you can't afford one, why bother raising a pet similar to yourself in the first place.
It can only become more lonely.
The pain of one person is pain, but the pain of two people is even more painful.
No one can survive without us. It's just that we don't want each other to leave.
Whether it's a lie or the truth. It's no longer important.
I once loved. It hurts. Have given. Remembered. Enough.
Nail. There was a girl who liked you very much before, did you know?
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