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I wandered towards my pit to find the grave of my soul. I didn't want the dust on my finger to get into my pit. I blocked him with the rag on my body. I felt like I was reaching the orange scent. I swept my finger, whose dust I had cleaned, around his hole. I was ending the bondage of my soul in his body, and now my body must be the graveyard of my soul.

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He was sitting in front of the door, both knees drawn to his body and his arms wrapped around him, disregarding the pouring rain. He was like a defenseless little kid. If we were in a script, my feet should have taken me to him with momentary courage, but all I could do was wait for him to enter his house behind this window. The pouring rain had soaked him through his skin and formed a pond around him. Raindrops wetting his body combined with his orange.

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During the night, we waited for the person who would not come to us separately in the pouring rain.

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How would you feel if you woke up in the morning and couldn't find yourself in your bed?

Could you put up with the ruin of the order you established with great effort overnight?

I was standing in a room that was not mine with a dagger in my hand. I was standing my yesterday not knowing what to do without myself knowing my body. There was only one thing I knew, that intense hatred that wanted to take over my body. The room I was in was white throughout. There was also a glaring blackness in it, as if to express its contrast. Inside the white bed lay a man whose skin was whiter than the clouds, and his hair was against his skin. There was a voice in my head constantly talking, "Stick the dagger into him ... stick the dagger into him ..."

I took two more steps and stopped at the edge of the bed. I had trouble taking a step. The hate that took over my body was trying to exhaust my body's strength. I slowly lifted the dagger in the air and made a move to stab the man. The dagger fell off my hand and I suddenly found myself on the bed. My strength was exhausted and I had no strength to move. I was understanding what was happening around me, albeit in a blurry way. The white man lifted the dagger on the floor and placed it on the table I had just noticed. My eyes couldn't stay open any longer as he started to step towards me.

I was aware that it was a long time and I blinked my eyes several times. I was in the same room again. The white-skinned man was sitting by my bedside and shouting into something uncertain.

"I don't know what happened. Yeah ... This time he was sent to my room ... We'll pass soon."