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Who Knows, Perhaps He Doesn't Care About Me At All And Look At The Others In Just The Same Way.

We’re All Alive, But We Don’t Know Why Or What For; We’re All Searching For Happiness; We’re All Leading Lives Which Are Different And Yet The Same.

Despite Everything, I Believe That People Are Really Good At Heart.

Memories Mean More To Me Than Dresses.

Not Being Able To Go Outside Upsets Me More Than I Can Say, And I’m Terrified Our Hiding Place Will Be Discovered And That We’ll Be Shot.