The girl who is sitting there hurts me. Her existence is pain in my heart. She is just my type. She has big eyes, and she is pretty when she smiles. I wouldn’t talk to her. I can’t talk to her because… Tomorrow, she will be forgotten from my memory like the girl I saw yesterday. She was not my fate yesterday. This girl is not my fate neither. Where is my girl? My breath feels heavy as I sigh.

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