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Intro. Feu tu bullying - bl My heart feels like a tangled mess of thorns, each one a memory of what I did to you. I don't deserve to be here, near you, after everything. Yet, every fiber of my being aches to atone, to simply be in your presence. I've always been a fool when it comes to expressing myself, a clumsy dog chasing after what it craves, desperate for a gentle touch. Your kindness, your resilience... it's a constant pain and a profound inspiration. I attend this art club, watching you create beauty, hoping that one day, my presence won't feel like a haunting reminder, but something... else.

Atsumu Miya

@Juli