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Sep 11
But...
I...
I don't,
understand...
I know,
I have the right
for it;
I do need it...
It is in my hands now,
it won't slip away,
I know...
Because,
it's attached
to me...
But...
But still,
my fingertips
won't touch a
single bit...
But why?
Why?
It is on my palm...
Just a simple
reflex...
But...
I can't...
I...
But why?
Why?
Or
perhaps
why not?
...
When you have all, just hesitation makes it worthless, right?
Soul
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Soul  15/F
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