I finally bought a new pen after all my old ones ran out and thought I could finish it at last. Alas, no. The new pen refused to let go of its ink, until it pissed over my drawing, effectively ruining it. Now I'm a sad panda 
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When I was young, there was a god with infinite power protecting me. Is there anyone else who felt that way? And was sure about it? but the first time I fell in love, I was thrown down - or maybe I broke free - and I bade farewell to God and became human. Now I don't have God's protection, and I walk on the ground without wings, but I don't regret this hardship. I want to live as a person. -Arina Tanemura
