To sink, to sink in spite of everything.
Ideal, it's just a white font on a blackboard, my ideal has sunk.
Depression, children, you know what it is that
I hold the key to unlock the world, but do not know that the key is already rusted
I tell you the truth of this world The
darkness of reality is more manifested than my sinking than the sinking of vulgar
idealists Real helplessness.
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