The Origin

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AN : So this is the origin of the story. The very foundation where I've spun around my tale of making Tsuna die in the end. I also want to say that I'm the one who did that poem. Just in case. Anyway, enjoy!

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Skin as pale as snow with lips too dried and cracked.

Hair so coarse and dead, and eyes so hollowed; black.

Limbs as cold as ice despite your feverish state.

Your frame as thin as sticks despite the food on plate.

Blood you bleed grows thicker; growing to a puddle.

Your bones would creak then crack; still you love to cuddle.

Then one day you suddenly asked some silly little questions;

You doubt yourself with a smile and I can see your tension.

"Honey, would you still love me as I lost what you once love?

Would you be willing to hug me as I slept from all these drug?

Would you ever still kiss me even if I look like a corpse?

Could you keep moving forward without going off course?"

Each question I answered "Yes" with a smile and a bleeding heart;

So he laughed and cried and said he's glad as we slowly came apart.

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