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@yuki-mafuyu.bsky.social
nothing matters.
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(👾: This is a rp account, in case you forgot or don't know.)
@kanade-composer.bsky.social I'm ready for the talking.
January 8, 2025 at 3:01 AM
@kanade-composer.bsky.social I'm ready for the talking.
If you saw this, don't come out of your room. I need to drink some water. @kanade-composer.bsky.social
January 7, 2025 at 10:33 AM
If you saw this, don't come out of your room. I need to drink some water. @kanade-composer.bsky.social
What's this feeling? I don't understand.
January 7, 2025 at 10:28 AM
What's this feeling? I don't understand.
Please eat and drink... You're the least one who has the right to remind me...
January 7, 2025 at 8:53 AM
Please eat and drink... You're the least one who has the right to remind me...
She doesn't deserve this... I'm not worth enough for all she's done for me...
January 7, 2025 at 8:48 AM
She doesn't deserve this... I'm not worth enough for all she's done for me...
... I need to... go back...
January 7, 2025 at 7:35 AM
... I need to... go back...
... How did you do that.
January 7, 2025 at 6:31 AM
... How did you do that.
I still smell like hospital disinfectant
January 6, 2025 at 10:01 AM
I still smell like hospital disinfectant
This name, it's ironic.
January 6, 2025 at 12:54 AM
This name, it's ironic.
It's not like you could ever understand it
January 5, 2025 at 10:35 AM
It's not like you could ever understand it
I don't know... Am I real?
January 5, 2025 at 9:54 AM
I don't know... Am I real?
You embraced my cold body
and exchanged warmthless kisses with me
at the end of a deserted street
an elegy to the death of romanticism
and exchanged warmthless kisses with me
at the end of a deserted street
an elegy to the death of romanticism
January 5, 2025 at 9:50 AM
You embraced my cold body
and exchanged warmthless kisses with me
at the end of a deserted street
an elegy to the death of romanticism
and exchanged warmthless kisses with me
at the end of a deserted street
an elegy to the death of romanticism
It's... Passed 1 AM...
January 4, 2025 at 4:05 PM
It's... Passed 1 AM...
Dragging my rotting body along
The meaningless show began
Mocking the downtrodden me on stage
The audience's applause deafening
The meaningless show began
Mocking the downtrodden me on stage
The audience's applause deafening
January 4, 2025 at 12:46 PM
Dragging my rotting body along
The meaningless show began
Mocking the downtrodden me on stage
The audience's applause deafening
The meaningless show began
Mocking the downtrodden me on stage
The audience's applause deafening
I don't understand, why this emptiness is in my body? Why are they coming for me again?
January 4, 2025 at 10:47 AM
I don't understand, why this emptiness is in my body? Why are they coming for me again?
No one can save me, nobody.
January 4, 2025 at 10:39 AM
No one can save me, nobody.