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"i want to love everyone," i thought, almost tearfully. if you stare at the sky, it changes little by little. gradually it turns bluish. [...] i had never seen anything as beautiful as the translucent leaves and grass. gently, i reached out to touch the grass. i want to live beautifully. — schoolgirl, osamu dazai. oct 9 2022 ∞
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