MY BRAIN: "what if you die young though no fault of your own, just a series of random chances"
ALSO MY BRAIN: "put rainbow flashing nicovideo chat in a kart game"
Sometimes I wonder what others believe me to be. I know none of their images can ever be fully accurate, probably not even my own. I can only hope to leave things after my death that will let people know who I was.
I envy you, for you have already done it.
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