Limit to 500 words. The world is completely a glass of time. I can't understand expressions, so I am sensitive to the fact that people who can only understand through time are so scary.
I had to go out into the outside world and learn what true indifference was, and I had to let go of heartache.
What kind of coolness, can anyone be as blaming and worrying about others as I am? Probably not. Troubling things can be put aside at any time, and so can I. I'm just afraid of brewing.
I don't understand, it just seems to be a habit. I once thought that I was really cool and that I could calmly face the moment when no one was around. However, when I really faced everyone's direct gaze, I flinched.
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