I don’t think that they’d understand.
I’m afraid because of the overflowing expressions. I am afraid that I won’t be able to contain it. Although I know I am proficient at this, everything just felt different right now. I can’t even convince myself to stay calm.
Before, my persona had been taken care of so well. It was taken so lightly that the setting happened to be full of cheers. Premiere came and dropped its aftertaste, the soul looked for its home. She was supposed to be the heiress but she had let herself be seized. There is a detachment. It is an underlying predicament that tends to be unsolved. The enthusiasm crashed down. There was more room for flooded gates.
I have no idea how long it would stay like this. The blame and distress is in an outrage. He laughs with blissful delusion and his smile is brittle. I am running away and I really need to converse.
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