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She says it's something she has to throw away. 

But she doesn't know what's behind her is in front. 

People don't need her because she doesn't believe in herself. 

Her existence never meant something good. 

She says she is hurt to live her life, and she believes that every step she takes is not for good. 

She says it's okay, it's okay. 

If she does something for someone, at least she knows that the person who made her will know that she is worth being made. 

She doesn't belong to her. 

She says her life is never her own, and that's why it makes her break her own heart. 

After all, she doesn't chase anything but herself. 

Where she belongs and who she belongs to. 

She says if she's not here, someone will take her place. 

Even breathing is meaningless because the person who made her will replace her when she is no longer valuable. 

But she says she should love herself. 

She was already made like that. 

She says that if you do something small to love yourself, at least the person who made her will find her life more precious than you can imagine. 

She's doing it now to make sure she doesn't have to see to believe. 

She believes in herself because she believes that the person who made her no longer believes in her. 

She hopes someday that the person who made her will finally be able to find out how valuable she is because she does what she loves.

Once again, she says. 

She is talking about another world. 

The world behind her and the world before her. 

She's saying, "Let's live for another time."