SkyTara

I'm tired...

He is very kind to a ghast story.

Yes, I am just a ghast story.

If I could live for someone else, I would do so.

But what if my life makes that person's life worse?

What if my existence is merely a burden to those who love me?

I should die.

Headache. And nausea. I find myself disgusting.

I really want my dear not to get involved in my problems.

He should be carefree and cheerful, instead of having to reassure someone who constantly wants to die.

When will I be okay?

I do not know. At times like these, I'm afraid to go near him.

What if I ruined him the way I ruined her...

Shit. Đau đầu quá.

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