"What are you doing"
Someone once asked me this question. How did I answer it?
"Staring Death"
Staring at death, why do I say that? Because, I am a crow.
Aren't crows just animals that stare at death? When there is a corpse, it crows and hovers. When there is no corpse, it stares at the dying person and waits for death. Isn't this kind of crow an animal that stares at death?
Whether it's the navy or pirates, they are just rotten and dirty things that exist in the world.
How can people associate with such a thing? But I am a crow, rotten and filthy than the navy and blood. I am the most filthy. How else can I have a place in the world except them.
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This is the story of a crow girl who has denied herself and lost hope. She has not seen the warmth and warmth of the world, nor has she changed her mind. She just heals each other with the rotten and dirty guys like her.
Intention: Even as a crow, I yearn for the white seagulls
