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Memory is really a bottomless pit.
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On the first day of school, I saw a person.
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The edge of the playground, the last glimpse on the horizon.
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To, my dear deskmate.
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That suffocating night, my dissociation said -
"I don't want you to stay in this place that makes you want to cry all the time."
"So, here I am."
It's so strange, he is obviously a guy with no emotions, but he is gentler than anyone else.
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——Is this your limited-time comeback? .
——No, forever.
[Essay-style novel]
[Adapted from a true story]
[Personal/Reality/Dissociation/Record/Emotion/Thoughts]
Concept: The flowers of idealism will eventually bloom in the soil of romanticism