Just like me.

Why special didn't feel so special?

Which is square and which is circle?

Thereafter, which is you?

I can't analyse the sentences, the stares, and the melodies.

I'm clueless . . . in a clueless way.

I supposed it was set.

I thought it was it, but things went far wrongly.

Confused, but nobody can I ask.

Such unfair.

I made everything obvious.

I draw lines in light colours.

Should Tassal be afraid of Sahayny?

I thought she shouldn't have been afraid, yet, I'm not so sure anymore.

Which road to take?

I have no choice but to sacrafice something.