Chapter 67
BABE IN THE WOODS II. Among other human beings, my height was above the average of normal girls. I was tall compared to them, but I looked smaller beside a man who’s in the same year level as me. The size of this state dumped our height differences, and the vastness of our continent mocked our state. My existence in this world was the size of the salt when viewed from the floating clouds of the large planet, and in this universe, I lived as a tiny dot, a period in a lengthy sentence, but how could they make me feel that I am the main character of the stories that girls love during their teenage years? If my life was a small part of this everything, why am I even here? Why am I suffering through all of this? Why am I breathing when I would die when the time comes? My questions were left a
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