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99 Damage & Unknown

In that blur, I felt a kind of hard to find,

It's like something that belongs to the emptiness of seeking, and what there is is empty there,

It's as if there's a kind of emptiness in the air itself, as if it's empty there.

That's what kind of companionship, as if it's also trying to find and find what kind of companionship in it,

is also in that company, what is long-term, and what is lonely in that company,

What you have is what is far away, and what you have is what you can arrange and what you can't find.

What there was met there, and what was staggered in there.

It seems to be in the midst of that staggering,

There's something there, and there's something that hasn't been found, and it's as if it's completely empty there.

It's as if there is some kind of emptiness in that air, a kind of emptiness, and a kind of torment,

But also in that torment, what is not slacking, and what seems to be in the midst of not wanting to slack off,

It's also in that it's like something that can't be slack, life and life, I want to cherish,

The thing that I want to care about well in it, is the thing that has been there for a long time,

It also seems to be something that has been long, far away in it, and in that long and painful place,

Suddenly there is something in it that is out of control, as if it is something in it that is suddenly out of control,

It's like there's something out of your control.

It's like there's something that has been dismissive, as if there's something there.

There is something deep indifference in it, and it is indifferent in it, as if it will cry there,

It's like a kind of cry that will be sad and painful in it, and painful and painful,

It's as if weeping in the deep, deep weeping, and in the midst of that weeping is silent, as if the genetic weeping is silent.

There is something that seems to be there and what kind of warmth still exists there.

It's as if in that faint slightest, what kind of warmth is felt,

It's kind of very weak, very small, what kind of warmth and forgotten general.

will feel a kind of pain in it,

It's as if you're feeling a painful struggle and wear out of the body itself.

It's a kind of physical pain, it's also a kind of physical suffering, and in the midst of that physical pain and suffering,

There is something that is on the verge of extinction there, as if it feels like it can't survive there,

It's a kind of pain that belongs to life and life itself,

But he also worked hard and struggled and wept tirelessly, and endured it hard.

It's a kind of confusion, and it's also a kind of helplessness,

It's as if there's no choice, there's no choice,

It's as if being strong and waiting is the last choice,

It's as if you have no choice but to do so.

What is being asked for there, what kind of request is being found there very sad and painful,

It is also in the midst of the request and forgetfulness of the effort, a vacant and blank thing, and also in the vacant and blank something.

There is something that is indifferent in it, and there is something that seems to have completely disappeared or something in it.

It's a kind of ruin, and it seems to be a miserable kind of unfairness.

It is also in that unfairness that it is difficult to track down and find something.