When a Child Decides to Die
Guess I was a little pushy The illusion hurt me so early Could it be naive or hateful? I happen to be very afraid Afraid of growing up, after all I "just" play at living I don't want to see you die Sometimes adults don't believe until they realize that kids might want to play die
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♠♧♥♢♣♡♦☪♩♪♫♬♭♮♯ ♔♛♗♞♙♜♚♕♝♘♟♖☠ NyanNyan: Meu nome é Utashi Mirai (Uta significa "cantar", shin: "morrer"; e Mirai é "...
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