I yearned for everything long gone. — Osamu Dazai, Schoolgirl
I yearned for everything long gone. — Osamu Dazai, Schoolgirl
I yearned for everything long gone. — Osamu Dazai, Schoolgirl
I yearned for everything long gone. — Osamu Dazai, Schoolgirl
I yearned for everything long gone. — Osamu Dazai, Schoolgirl
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I yearned for everything long gone.

— Osamu Dazai, Schoolgirl
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