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I lost the me I was, Let me hide the me I've become...

And I cried because the wounded thing inside me finally shattered into so tiny pieces that even those pieces screamed at me in so much pain, saying, "Why did you use me just to do that pathetic thing people named as 'Love'?"

And again I yearned for you...

Starry night, twisted knife still give the same pain~

Red, blood is red. Blood is thick. Blood is all I see, blood tickling down my wrist, dripping on the floor, making a mess just beside the puddle of my tears while I just stare at it, blood is scratching the pain away, giving me a sweet burn. Blood is red, blood is beautiful...