8

8 isn't the number that consumes a special part of my heart, nor is it particularly well cared for, nor does it live a lavish and exciting lifestyle (in my mind at least), nor do I really think about it that much, but whenever I see it, I'm reminded of someone special. My words probably have no meaning to those who do not understand, but I'm not talking about something childish; this person has a special bond with me. I'll never forget this person, so this artwork (although I never thought about it while drawing) is dedicated to him because even though I hate him for some things, I love him for others.

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