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Someone else
It is hard to be the one no one likes. To sit on the ground stomach bare and limbs sprawled open like a scallop. They did not say anything, and I did not apologise, either.
It is hard to be the one who is liked. To lie with one's body covered and one's limbs crossed. If the sun is too bright and one's eyes are accustomed to the dark, if one does not even know one's own name, it is hard to speak and teach.
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