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- Interlude 7
- The door was closed, but to prevent it from being opened once again, I locked it tightly
- with the key.
- One time for the last time.
- I gently stroke the door, chiseling the surface into my skin.
- As it became colder.
- As it started to hurt even more.
- I became able to believe the answer I chose was the genuine one.
- Since I had no other ways to confirm it, I don’t know it that was the correct answer. Thus
- the search for the mistakes would never end.
- Just because of one simple genuine thing, I yearned for it, admired it, became impatient
- then complicated it. Without being able to even cry, my body is burning.
- After burning out, the only thing remaining was a twisted sham.
- But still, to me that was something irreplaceable, because it’s clothing I can’t change.
- Let me at least tuck it away, prevent it from being destroyed. And thus everything will
- end.
- —Please, let this this be the right ending.
- This was my prayer. My hands left the door.
- One step away, two steps away. I went to a place where my hands can’t reach it anymore.
- I don’t look back anymore.
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