The years have been sown together by the same story. I keep ending up in rowdy crowds with the stench of alcohol on my shirt and a burning cigarette between my lips but I can't stand the impulsiveness that comes from being sad in a room full of people, so excuse my constantly turning face. I'm searching for some oasis, a reason to stop pirouetting endlessly.
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seasonal deaths
General FictionUji is a lost young soul searching for himself. He comes off as confident, a perfectionist, a beautiful disaster to those around him but inside, he faces his inner demons almost daily. You notice traces of sadness, detachment and suicidal tendencie...
