i have never tasted the world

I do forgive others, but not myself.I feel like they can't forgive me, either.

When no one can be by my side, I look for what's left. When I think about it, I'm sure my memories aren't (all) gone.

A boy who usually listens without speaking in a conversation gave an excuse that he was also talking. At night, when I was about to sleep, I had to tie my legs with my dream just because I try to sleepwalk.

I couldn’t hear the silence, so I tried to shout, but the mother in the next room told me to go to sleep.

These are the worst-case scenarios. I lied to myself again and again.

Finally, all I have left are the events.

A boy who grew up with solutions was searching for answers from dusk till dawn. In fact, he still doesn't understand that this is just his nature.

Since it is no longer there, how will I know why it is no longer there, where it went, and whether it is okay?

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