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I am the bone of my page.
Paper is my body, and wind is my blood.
I have created over a thousand origami.
Unaware of loss.
Nor aware of gain.
Withstood pain to fold many pages.
Waiting for Yorito's arrival.
I have no regrets, this is the only path.
My whole life was "Unlimited Papercut Works."