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 Somehow people around me need psychotherapy. They never make me sad or happy, while I am constantly lost in the fresh Breeze, the sound of birds, the sunrise, sunset—everything. The brush strokes I put on the paper, the movement of the pencils—these all keep me alive. But somehow people can't stand it, and I make them constantly sad.

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