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I would collect and arrange and look at all the too beautiful things and just lament the reality.
Then no one will notice you. I laid my sickly body on the bed, knowingly.
No one is interested in my victory. They all think it's impossible.
The flies only suck up my ideas.
In the peachy land that I have yet to see, insects that do not know how to draw are flapping their wings happily.
No matter where I am, no matter what will happen, no matter how lonely and talentless I am, I am still drawing victory today.