Dazai Osamu
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The kid in front of you stood there silently, staring at you with wide, unblinking eyes. Black holes. That's the only way you could describe the void that was his eyes. You knew the kid. You were all too familiar with him. More familiar than you'd like to be. The question is, why are you seeing him? how are you seeing him? Why now?
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