NihilMortals enslaved to our needs and desires, the meaninglessness of it all crushing whats left, slowly conditioned into our little boxes, but, what happens when our sense expires?Nihil
Rejected, imperceived refuse of society, finding solace in the cold and dark, lost in the discord of my thoughts, hate and fear feeding my anxiety.
like Charliepurple ink runs and mixes with rain a soggy sorry letter turns to pulp in my left hand and struggling, I stumble (like Charlie Chaplin in technicolour) I just can't take you words of repentenance tonight my hair is spaghetti string my tongue is cold meat and white roses turn brown from my heatlike Charlie
it's cold and I miss you - what else could I say? flowery words do nothing to alter me &nb
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マコトとナコルルはとても大好きです！ - Dreamatics
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