In the end, it is the person with human memory who is human, or the person with human body that is human.
The world is desolate and it is raining heavily. Can I pick up the courage and look back again?
So, am I human? Or not?
Where does the answer lie?
So what if you are not willing to accept it, so what if it is unfair, since there is no other way, then it is better to go against the will and change your fate.
I need to have the courage to move forward and the persistence to go through the thorns along the way.
Let it be like this, let it be like this, I will quietly move towards my changed ending.
Don't look at me, don't come close to me, just let me slowly rot in this world until I return to the original "me".
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I was born from dust and will eventually return to dust. The ultimate guardian is myself.
What is my ultimate destination?
Currently, I have 500,000+ manuscripts saved. The first volume has been completed and is entering the second volume.
(Updated every other day)
Intention: freedom
