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[S]olitude 孤独
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• A story in verse inspired by part of the incredibly moving tale of Nier: Automata •
[WARNING: Contains Nier: Automata game spoilers]
A lonely boy experiences love for the first time.
A stoic young woman fears her feelings.
What does it mean to love?
What does it mean to hate?
What does it mean to live?
What does it mean to die?
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