I hate black
I can't see anyone, I can't see any scenery, I can't see light or hope, I only see you
I want to hold you tight, you said you want me to hold you tight
You are the only light in my life
(I don't know how to describe the protagonist's attributes)
It's probably the attack of unpredictable thoughts (maybe a little skin hunger) × the feelings of unpredictable thoughts (maybe a little lack of emotion)
There's something wrong with both of them...
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A newbie enters the village, his poor writing skills gradually escalate, and his glass heart has extremely poor defense.
I just wrote down all the inexplicable ideas that came to my mind. Don't be too logical.
Be open-minded and teachable, accept valuable advice
Reject nonsense and empty words. Any similarity is purely coincidental.
Intention: Two-way redemption