Chapitre 2: To Run Away From Happiness.
In the beach, lays small pebbles, shards of shells, complete shells, and the most notable lucious sand when touched. the fine grains of them falling between your fingers, and the empty horizon you overlook when looking towards the ocean. The person in this situation only lays dormantly in a state of thought, wondering what they can't see... and wondering what the round Earth is hiding from them.
But the people in the sand are just lost in playing.
And we are the forsaken... the oppressed who forced upon them have the responsibility of losing the treasured prospect of playing and are made to look into the horizon. We are them.
- An insignificant but prominent man.
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