
Far from goodwill, I’m surrounded by the folly of youth, wet with my tears of self-loathing at my clumsy struggles and whipped around by the storm of love.
Tomihiko Morimi, The Night Is Short, Walk on Girl

Far from goodwill, I’m surrounded by the folly of youth, wet with my tears of self-loathing at my clumsy struggles and whipped around by the storm of love.
Tomihiko Morimi, The Night Is Short, Walk on Girl
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