I have stenciled a blurry image of yours, just blurry as I don't have such high expectation now. It's to present on in some way, to wait and see, to give time. It's to see if any fate-wrought could be there despite the haste with which I have constructed the blurry image of yours as blurry my status is, as blurry the play of fate, as blurry the whole game is... To take for granted is what I can't do now like to deceive myself with the desperate sham of not seeing myself.
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