God, Please. (Kokujin no Tenkousei)
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It was all over. Things aren't the same anymore. Hiroki couldn't live being a burden to everyone.
Then why does his body scream for him to live?
English is not my main language, so it might have some mistakes. First time writing too, so, any critics are accepted.
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