She is cowardly, content to live in peace, has a fragile life, and is not good at giving up.
She was abandoned, then abandoned by fate, and finally she was left alone.
I could have lived a lonely life, but I was born with a good skin, surrounded by bees and butterflies. I feel inferior in love and passive in retreat.
The hand that had let go wanted to grab it again, her desire for the unknown warmth and her greed for existing people and things made her waver from time to time.
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