day three

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number three. days go by.
there isn't a day where i wished to die.
but that would be too soon, wouldn't it?
i wouldn't be able
to give you my wonderful gift.

here's a little poem for you.
roses are red
violets aren't blue
hey kacchan,
i love you.

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